When you wait for someone to come trough. I'm sorry to inform you of the news. On your own, you'll stand in line and wait. To let them pick your poison and then decide your fate.
Uncomfort within the improper feelings of this song. I'd rather grey instead of marbled pearly skies. Its imprint is alive like a post-war Stalingrad.
He was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious?. . He was a punk,she did ballet. What more can I say?. . He wanted her, she'd never tell.
A certain feeling assails. Visions form to wonder why. It still keeps fading. Away to the stars. . The sanitarium is the night of the mind. Hidden where no-one wants to know.
When you were little she sold you out. Out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free. Or maybe it was your imagination. Friend of the family but now the foe.
The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound. The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn. .
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). I read the morning paper, someone had. just died. in big bold letters so it comes as. no surprise. I'm looking at a story 'bout violence, a.
Back in history in the roaring 20's there was a law called prohibition. No one was to drink or make alcohol. Today in the 90's we have a new law. People getting mugged by strung out junkie thugs.
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). Sitting in the lazy chair, the channels. look the same. I realize that the roof is stable and start. to feel ashamed.
Father works the late shift. Mother drinks herself to sleep. Brother's outside fielding. With a match and gasoline. . They told her lies and gave her no hope for tomorrow.
"Hello this is Sara Fisher. Please hold on the line". There are so many things I'd like to say. But your busy all the time. . She gives us t-shirts, sends us posters.
Its been so long since youve been here. And Im dying, is there something you would like to say?. Just drop the present on the shelf by the flowers. And make the feeling go away.
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). Covered up your insecurities with. everything. showing everyone exactly how you think. mad no difference, I can see right.
Who am I?. Im the man you never wanted. In your eyes. I see you'll never forget this. I have lied. To you a million times. But I feel so different. So please just listen.
Old pirates yes they rob I. Sold I to the merchant ships. Minutes after they took I. From the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong. By the hand of the almighty.
we might have friction sometimes. and i know i am a selfish person. believe me sweetie i understand completely. just know that you make me happy. fighting and screaming.
Hey, can I borrow that?. I promise I'll give it back next time.. But take a good look at it, you'll never see it again.. I'll steal anything just as long as it's collectible..
Looking, laughing, talking all your shit. Wondering if you live your life just so you can fit. Could it be real. Or you're a fake. Nobody's that way ... Give me a fucking break.
I'm here right now, come and find me.. I'll be waiting where I first saw you. and I'm standing still just waiting for love to find me.. Come and find me...