The place I used to live made me feel like a tourist.. I couldn't co-exist with the cold and suspicious.. When the last remaining light was starting to filter,.
Chorus:. Tell me that you're all right. Yeah everything is all right. Oh please tell me that you're all right. Yeah everything is all right. . Give me a reason.
Where do you come from?. You got class and poise and you know what you want. It's such a turn on. You got tone in your voice so you never say it wrong.
Hey silly girl, I think I got a thing for you. From late nights when driving in this stolen car. The years we wasted living in this desert town. Haven't broken up so far.
I, think of '39 and folk just like me. Torn, from their minds their wives their homes and families. . Apathy's cruel but it's warm in my bed. And I can do anything if I've the money to spend.
[Originally by Descendents]. . You were depressed, you were really messed up. You know I understand. But why did you not talk to me. Why didn't you help me prepare for the nightmare.
Smoke in the dark makes me ask. Why can't I feel it?. Or even taste it as I draw it down. I cough now and then so perhaps. I should believe it. Only darkness keeps me down with the dust.
And my heart hangs from this news. Like your footsteps in crowded rooms. Feel the sweet scents of autumn blooms. Is this what you imagined. . Catch your glimpse from her empty stare.
See these furrowed lines that eat my face. And this bitter sweat I bleed to stay. See these synchronized hands that leave me cold. And these silver streaks as they unfold.
You said you'd love me. I said I'd love you too... I loved that stupid smile, the stupid things the stupid things you do.. You said you needed me,. I said I needed you too...
Could you take some wood. Some screws and tools. Sketch some plans. And make things. . Could you dig some earth. Plant some seeds. Patiently wait. And grow things.
She's a pretty girl. She's always falling down. And I think I just fell in love with her. But she won't ever remember, remember. . And I can always find her.
Love. This is getting harder,. And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd.. But you, my dear, have been discoverd a liar.. And I'm afraid that this is building up for far too long..
Hey there!. Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand. Hey yeah!. Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting. flames. He's weird!.
A boy sits and talks to a little red book. Alone in his chair in a little grey house. His thoughts and his dreams. Some truths some his faiths. To talk back to him and reassure that some day.
[Note: this is the acoustic version of 155 (a 10bpm slower), the lyrics are a little bit different.]. . Love. This is getting harder. And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd.
I don't care if it rains today. I've nowhere to go to anyway. And it don't matter what I do. I'll feel like this until I'm through. . My hair's a mess my clothes are old.
Folk songs can tell us tales about the times we live. And help remind us of what's passed. To our sons we can leave some signs. So like our fathers we might last.
Two and two make three. But only when I scream. All the other times two and two make four. And that's the time I think. Reflect on what I know. Open up the flies to their home from home.
Took a left at evergreen street. to the house with the sycamore tree. It'll always be yours to me,. but you're long gone now. . Saw The Marquis at the Paris Theatre.