You questioned her legs, spread on the table. Vultures that prey in her bosom, cursed her questions. Said she was dead anyway. A virgin mild scream. She wasn't dead, just wasted.
Showdown. . There you go. Heading for a showdown. I don't know. Some things never change. Do you feel it. Is it more real. Now the scenery's new. Does the same old view remain.
BATTLEFIELD. words and music by Nick Lowe and Paul Carrack. . (verse 1). I live on a battlefield. Surrounding by the ruins of the love we built. And them destroyed between us.
She's talking in her sleep. Says, "Wont you love me I don't always get this deep. It's just an overflow of all I know. And all that I can't speak...speak".
Well it doesn't matter 'cause. This is going all the way out. If you think there's a future anywhere. All the way out. Whoops, I spilled the beans. All the way out.
Could they be blamed?. When it's over. No one can take it away. . When it's over. No one can take it away. Could they be blamed?. . When it's over. No one will take that away.
I lie awake each night and call your name. The sound of my own voice drives me insane. And I am doing everything I can. To face the truth and take this like a man.
Taken from one and given to another. Taken from others. Always to be. . Came. Taken from one. Came. . Came. Taken from one. Came. . Brings you up. Are you there yet?.
Breathtaker, he took his toll. Microphone and rock 'n roll. Beat me up and take my time. Run up and down my scrambled spine. Early mornin', he comes up.
Lord, have mercy on me. Cos I'm crying out. And I'm trying to be. Just a touch. Less sinful than I am. I'm reaching for you. Wont you take my hand ?. .
Words and Music by Jamie Stevens and Rodney Ronquillo. . You say as if to criticize. All my life's a compromise. Since you hardly know of me. So, just don't talk.
Dreaming of the stars. Dreaming of his star. Nowhere of running down the line. . Two. Alright. And it's all on time. A sight you'll never know, you're gone.
ALL MY HEART. ******************************************. Written by N.Nicolosi/B.Addoms/M.Vice. by Blue Team Music Ed. Mus.. . (verse 1). Everyday's another chance.
With your breast in a moonbeam. Foot on a stair. You weep on my shoulder. I feel full shackled. I think you're lonely (?). I been here cause I think there's been a change.
May it bring. Bring. . Seems like we're getting closer. So far away. Only makes us stronger. So much longer. . In all that justifies. . May it bring. Bring.
Well there has never been a right time. To tell you what I feel. And each occasion is the wrong time. To say I'm getting out of here. Well I ain't looking for your sympathy.
Branded on a telephone. Germans came, I wasn't home. Nickel for your fortune true. Dime when you reach forty-two. Vertebrae all scrambled 'round. Lately I have found a sound.
We came in search of love but all we found was this. We came for peace of mind not the bitterness of kiss. Now we have hope and we have reason and we have fire and might.
Let me tell you about my blues. My blues have turned black. Black, black, black, black. And my rotting stinking flesh. Black, black, black, black. I couldn't stay high.