(Slavens, Muller). taste of blood. on my lips. cold spot in my heart. man of action. plan of action. no reaction. cold spot in my heart. there's a cold spot in my heart.
So you noticed that your city changed. The old familiar roads now seem so strange. Can you belive that there's paint on the walls. Kids are murdered in the high school halls.
You're so cold. Trapped inside. Your private hell a slave to need. I don't know. What it's like. To be most likely to succeed. . Only your boyfriend uses you said, black resin.
at work your mouth stays firmly shut. while your boss asks for advice. later at the bar behind his. back you criticize. [Chorus]. an armchair quarterback you never have to lose.
I can't believe that it's been two whole years. Since I last saw you, a wedding or a funeral. I guess that's what it takes to pull me from my work. To wake me from my sleep, remind me what's important.
Mommy, what does hyper mean?. The teacher says I'll never read. Says I need to take a pill. So I can learn to sit real still. The microwaves did something to our brains.
A silver bullet in my wishing well. Like a day in hell. When there's no one to tell. . I stuck my tongue on a frozen lake. With my ears full of cake. That was my mistake.
You're like hi-fi sound. Yeah, I could shake it all night.. All of our bodies pressed together in the half-light.. But if the 'verbs will fade. We'll be left behind,.
Lift off, climb higher and higher,. You and I both know what's going on,. We ride, above stormy weather,. . Deep space, a race with no boundaries. Floating as captions in forests of stars,.
Chorus:. You Jacobites by name. Lend and ear, lend an ear. You Jacobites by name, lend an ear. You Jacobites by name. Your faults I will proclaim. Your doctrines I must blame.
Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle. Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle. . She's half crazy. She lives her lazy life in her private, private memory.
Let's see what the new day brings. Maybe I will learn something. I wish I had the nerve to be like you. Do half the things you say and do. You're looking younger now.
Prologue:. On a holy winter's eve the Peasant went out.. Up hill and north to the red grove. Home of the man in the mounds. The Peasant stops to listen.
On a wild Atlantic evenin' I saw sitting on a rock. A lovely Merrow maiden combing her green locks. Then across the water her glowing eyes met mine. Caught me up and from me said:.
Yes I know you're unhappy. Yes I know you've been crying. Can't you see by my eyes. That I've been crying too. But you'll have to scream louder. Because no one is listening.
Boy, you're looking old. Aged before your time. Living your life like a merry-go-round. But someday soon you'll have to come down.. Would you like to see scars?.
Gentlemen it is my duty. To inform you of one beauty. Though I'd ask of you a favour. Not to seek her for a while. Though I own she is a creature. Of character and feature.
The sunlight plays across your hair. Reflections dance upon your eyes. Take away the guns from the boys. Take away the hate. It hurts to see you looking down.
Every afternoon in the staff canteen. Just another teenage girl with teenage girl dreams. In the world of Pauline Lewis. Everything is fantasy. It's easy to see.