Another hotel. With ruined plans. Romantic gesture. With ruined plans. . And so you make it your own. But this is where your arm can't go. You make it your own.
And head up, dear, you're shallow and blind. And head up, dear, the rabbit might die. Because I'm putting the boot in, tonight. . And head up, dear, you're shallow and blind.
You're the fool. For thinking everybody's a fool for you, ha!. You're the fool. For thinking everybody's a fool for you. . Now take a look a yourself.
grey town square with towering walls where exit seems like something in a tale in a factory where machines push and pull and you stand there silent with your hands at your side.
Yes this is the year. To make your decision. You gotta get it together. Yes this is the year. To open up your mind. . If you've been holding back kind of slack, yeah.
we live under stars and blurry stripes. in some strange discolored lights. a flask of gin at noon or the most finely furnished room. a dream, down and out of time.
Now the fire dies. And my tears dry. Without you. Without you. . And my room's bare. Now that you're not there. Without you. Without you. . I've been stealing time.
we met in the darkest bar we could find our eyes were twice as heavy as they were in 99 through suburban sprawls,. academias halls thered been some heavy weather, so close together and loves long left some old architects.
A girl just passed us. Trying to staring me down (from my head to foot). Yeah (up and down she look). And when I look at you,. You were staring at the ground (you staring nothing).
i want release to fire the senses from the songs that took me from my driveway to yours we used to run so recklessly. but wed hammer it out what could be more beautiful?.
Hoo-oo ha-a ha-a hoo-oo. Precious moments. When will I see you again. When will we share precious moments. Will I have to wait forever. Will I have to suffer.
small room, bright lights nothing novel in my sights its killing me without the kindness im an early century cliche typeface, no ink im focused on nothing well, nothing new by any accord im so bored of being bored.
Here I stand looking. Looking all around me. While all around me (What do I see?). What do I see?. . Unhappy faces behind the painted smile. Heartache and loneliness dressed up in modern style.
come along, im a hired gun and well shoot ourselves towards the western sun well drive through palm to evergreen its hazy but i like the scene. when i sing you sing along the bars close and we both stumble back home i know that i can be so damn dark but you are spark you are a spark.
Hooh-hooh , hooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, hooh, hooh, hooh. Take good care of yourself. Take good care of yourself. I worry 'bout you, when you're go-one. . When you leave my arms (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh).
standing in a bedroom with champagne and cigarettes talking resolutions, taking sips and placing bets on who would come up short and whod come out on top now i see that both are really closer than we thought.
ice on the road, trees with tired arms the winter wailed, void of all its charm. so i filled my glass half full of and half full of empty they battled then they broke but ill be fine.
Oh, the night is slipping away. C'est la vie. C'est la vie. . And there's still so much left to say. C'est la vie. C'est la vie. . We haven't got time.
its time we had a drive no anchors at our sides well leave them far behind collect their dust. they mean nothing to me. ive had days when i couldnt see the setting sun and you held my head up and gave me lungs i dont look to the sky just to my side and ride on.
if i collect my fears i could throw them out at once but i know through the years i would greet them again and again at my door. all i want is chaos spinning, no control then all i want is quiet i know, i dont know, i suppose.