I like to spend my time beside you. But even when Im with you I still miss you. Is something that I have to deal. the major part of me. And the words cannot express the things I feel.
It was last night. In an empty warehouse party. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. And there in the black light. I could see the tattoos glowing on your body. . Well, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Katie, you're a brave girl. And I know it's only just started. But I'm gonna be there at six. With some flowers on sticks. That were clipped just to make the weak strong.
There's a lot that I don't know. There's a lot that I'm still learning. But I think I'm letting go. To find my body, its still burning. . And you hold me down.
Heres a story bout a boy who came for nothing. what he found is that he needed to find something. that I cannot explain.. . Give it time and you will find what you are here for.
This is morning. That's when I spend the most time. Thinking 'bout what I've given up. This is a warning. When you start the day just to close the curtains.
I'm coming home from my hardest year. I'm making plans not to make plans while I'm here. And this life has been no holiday, a complicated situation. I'm fine with all my memories still I could use vacation.
Run around the spiral it's our choice now,. Up or down, days can seem so long. Holy ghost, I'm living with your voice now. But tonight, I'm sleeping with my television on.
You've gotta swim, swim for your life. Swim for the music that saves you. When you're not so sure you'll survive. . You gotta swim and swim when it hurts.
And there is no world wrapping me up. I've got a view from the valley. Living well but we're dying young. To bankrupt a blue sky. . I saw the post office from the book.
I'm keeping quiet til there's no more sirens. Lately it's hard to keep the hinges on with all the noise. I'll find my words when there's no one talking.
welcome to the future. we're all so glad you came. attacked me in the laneway. in this town you don't get nowhere unless you're on a bicycle. so hip and out of touch.
so much stress god bless. I hate the way you fake this. and hope to get the sympathy. I think it`s time to break this. and just play it like a symphony.
I write you from this grounded airplane. I wonder how you've been and where you are. A letter to the one who slipped away. A letter for the things that never start.
Two to one, static to the sound of. You and I undone for the last time. And there this was hiding at the bottom. Of your swimming pool, some September.
I spend my mornings in my car on the freeway. Driving down like a bullet on that highway. Making tricks with the freaks on my backseat. And the streets full of fire and gasoline.
It's still in the air tonight. The weeping is done. A flame from the spark is the fight. It's over and gone. . Long live your lonelyness, feel it every way.
So many years we've been avoiding it. This confortation has been your goal. Finding myself could be harder. Than finding a way to cure my soul. Harder than fighting alone against you.
I've been running such a long time. I've been hiding from the truth. I've been better, been broken, been buried. Now I'm death proof, death proof. . And I've been known to take a big chance.
This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... some allegories. how I came to know the grace.... a symbolic picture of shearing of my wools.... and how the game got new rules....