some things will stay the same. the shape of a power point won't change. and i won't back away and run. if you make me feel strange. she's the hand at the end of the arm.
If I had the choice, I wouldn't raise my voice. I would be normal, but extraordinary. I don't want to say, the things I have to say. Yeah, I don't wanna say things ordinary.
Maybe when the room is empty. Maybe when this bottle's full. Maybe when the door gets broke down love can break in. Maybe when I'm done with thinking.
She's trapped inside her room with reruns on the screen. Old books and movies, but she can't stop thinking. I'm torn between myself, my radio my friends.
maybe maybe nothing could prepare you. but that something and that someday always comes. and the only thing around worth hanging onto. is a love of twisted symmetry demanding it be done.
Softly and slowly gently in vain. The window is open its pouring rain. Thunder and lightning a heated night. Sneaky intentions but certain delight. A lesson to learn failure denied.
Young boy on the computer. Young girl in her punk rock shoes. Old man not a believer. But what the hell is he gonna do. . School kids on their computers.
Light breaks underneath a heavy door. And I try to keep myself awake. Fall all around us on our hotel floor. And you think that you've made a mistake.
i built an aeroplane. it was just like the real ones that i saw when i was younger. but it was too small for me. to crawl inside the cockpit and fly away.
Shake down, you make me break, for goodness sake I think I'm on the edge of something new with you. shout out, don't drown the sound, I'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you..
these pictures remind me. of something else entirely. it frightening. there a hole in the sky. i thought i saw something living here before. but i was wrong.
All this loud noise. All this pressure. All these distractions. A bigger picture. . I can see it with my eyes. I can taste it in my mouth. I could sit here all night.
On Christmas morning. Outside it was pouring. All was hopeless in this home. And no one speaking. No one creeping. To see if she was on the phone. . And you were quiet.
big screen television. say no more. switch it on and i'll see you in hell. we got the good seats. just look at the smiles on our faces. right now (x2).
this drowning sorrow is shaking me. more than it ever has before. the road signs reading bitter end. leave me suspect of a crime. . the city air chokes me today.
French:. Démodée,pas démodée vous savez. La mode et la musique c'est identique. Parce que la musique aussi elle exprime son epoque. Qu'est ce que vous pensez de l'epoque baroque.
I close my eyes. Thought I was lost but I was stranded. I go outside. To my surprise the sky had landed. . I thought it made more sense. If I could only keep you guessing.
From a walk to a run. By the time they're done there is only rust. And the official language of fucked up and static. And before he speaks. His machines all agree lets wind them up and march them out.
I kissed a drunk girl. I kissed a drunk girl, yes I did. I kissed a drunk girl on the lips. I let my guard down. How could I have been so dumb. Her eyes were open.
Let's get drunk. You can drive us to the harbor. Wish upon a star. But do you know what stars are?. Balls of fire. Burning up the black space. Falling from the landscape.