After the sun. Before to run. all around inside of my head. try to get out of the pressure. maybe don't pay off. to stay on standby. . Fading sensibility.
What's in the eye. Can you tell me. Watching the time pass me by. There's so much locked up inside. . Don't go. Too fast. My friend. Or you'll lose control.
Should I have a taste of this. Run across your lips. And start all over again. Could this all just be a dream. . If I should fall to stormy weather. Wake me, Wake me.
People come around. People let you down. Anywhere you go. Anyone you see. It's real. It's up to you to make it happen. It's up to you to make it real.
I never had,Yeah. . I know the answers from the words of the prophet. I've seen the light through the fingers. Made of magic. I've seen an image of the future,.
Well an old friend from his old end of town dropped by today. And way down deep inside me something died. When she came 'round to see him that way. Here it comes again, that same old chilly wind will blow.
I want to pick up the pieces,so that. There's less complication,so that. There's less conversation,and. Less aggravation. . I want to go out alone,man,so that.
I'll be waiting. With a song in my soul. A fortunate weakling. Which I have foretold. . He raises his arms tied. Above the opressed. Singing this sweet song.
The Answer (work tape). by Gretchen Peters/Lori McKenna. I believe in a strong cup of coffee. Dressing up for church on Sunday. And taking it all in. I believe in shooting star wishes.
You run, you hide. As tears fall from your eyes. They fall like snow. From a wounded soul. . You hold inside. The hurt of great divide. The hole is starting to get old.
Sometimes, things just seem to fall apart. When you least expect them to. Sometimes, you want to pack up and leave behind. All of them and all their smiles.
Ive been holding on. To things like dreams that never seem to die. And Im not so strong to lay them down. And say my goodbyes. How do you say goodbye?.
I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself. In your arms I am drowning like the child I was. . I need more can you help me?. Feed my sins, come and kill me.
Silent criminals analyzed. Through psychic waving tears. Superstitious minds collide. As silence fills the hall. . Silence moving proclamations. This silence proving lies,.
She shines like a flower. In my head. Everybody,. Wants to pick her dead. . (Chorus). She said she loved me. And lied to me. She was by the river. And lied to me.
Let me tell you 'bout myself. Some say I've got a bad attitude. Let me tell you 'bout myself. Some say I have a lot to prove. . Let me tell you 'bout myself.
I've lived with things I cannot say. Back then we dreamt of yesterday. It seemed as if the only way. And now we look for hope and pray. . If I had a second chance.
'I stopped going to church the day they stopped feeding me. I guess you could say I am the absolute American.. We sell out our beliefs for the most secular of things.
It can't be me, bring us to our passage. Show me my new skin, so I can see what I've let in. . Standing here with my thoughts. Low and sound hard to understand.
Time, why must it fly so slow. Waiting, is something that's easy for you. Pull the plug, send it down the drain. Pain is easy to get used to. . What's in me, is in you.