Breathing. Got strength back in my knees.. Believing that this is not the end...this is not the end.. I'm seeing things so clear and there's no turning back now, not this time..
A disease, a sickness, a real cause of pain,. And though you are stricken, you claim there's no change,. The effects, the damage, are easy to see,. Don't lie to yourself, please listen to me....
Overripe underage spin me a whirl. You with your face like a lemon in pain. Moon is a coin to be spent on a girl. Come to inebriate out of the rain. .
"You always hurt the ones you love,". A phrase that fits some like a glove,. They beat, they bruise, they hide their fears,. They live this life of undried tears,.
Can you hear me?. I don't love anybody else. Keep you near me. Just like i try to keep myself near. . All the givers. And all the rivers in the world.
No one answers me,. No one will ever answer me,. What is the difference from flock to flock,. Are we so different or is it just talk?. It seems so self-righteous that we'd stand apart,.
I go to the corner where it all goes down. And i do things i'll regret but not right now. They say "angel, you been here before". Yeah, i had my boots to carry me.
Take your place!. A-bout face!. Where once stood convictions in. Things you would say,. There now stands restrictions. Your mind sold away,. You once were a symbol of.
Black Madonna will come down for you. With open arms and a veil to hide her face. And Black Madonna will come down for you. And there is no sickness and there is no suffering.
I was drivin. Through the badlands. A woman screaming. Cause she stuck in the radio. (my heart will go on). He was a biker. That's what he told me. "where's your bike then?".
The pilot of the 747 couldn't stop thinking about the young pilot whose voice he'd heard over the radio.. In his hotel room that evening he imagined the successful water landing..
Oh anna lisa. Who are you now?. Somebody's pisspot or somebody's crown. You throw up your hands and let destiny steer. Oh anna lisa. How long has it been.
The sun hanging above the wing. I have no fear of flying. The stars lose height by morning's light. As slowly they are dying. . My only eye my tiny light.