Misunderstood like a prom queen, keep on saying what you don't mean. as they watch as you go out the door and in the door and out the door.. You've got to put on your makeup for all the time that you take up.
Bye New York, so long Philly. Hollywood your Wacko City. Chicago got just too damn windy for me. . Frisco's fine apart from that line. New Orleans is just a good time.
I've had enough of this red light. Been waiting here for no one, no one. It's driving on like reruns. Feeling nothing new, time has stopped. . Resting some for this town.
Wait, wait for something, for something.. Wait, wait for something, for something.. . The days come back and I am silent. to the memories of my mind..
Maybe baby I'm a man without a soul. Or baby maybe just a man out of control. Maybe I'll just close my eyes wait until the dawn. And wake up to another nightmare.
Swirl 360---Okay. . She sat me down and took me by the hand. She said I'll try to make this painless if I can. She was sorry and then she began to cry.
Tripping on the cost of forgiveness and rountrip flight. from stubborness to prideful as hell. Up front and sideways with two words spare. (How much can I cover in cash?).
Let the world be still tonight. Let the fire be the only light. Draw the curtain, pull down the shade. In easy arms, we'll lay. . So come on lady, now close your eyes.
Can you hear me, not so loud a whisper. It seems as though it fades away. Before you hear what I have to say. Words cant offer you agreement. . Theyre injustice to the songs.
Working from seven to eleven every night,. It really makes life a drag, I don't think that's right.. I've really, really been the best of fools, I did what I could..
Hello soldier, hello man, hello new recruit and officer in command, I am. Proud of what you do for this great land.
(Everything I wanna be). (Disgrace to my identity). . No one can hear. All that's been said. You're feeding me useless. Lines of nothingness. . Let me run away.
(Young, Young, Scott). . Diamonds and dust. Poor man last, rich man first. Lambourginis, caviar. Dry martinis, Shangri-la. I got a burning feeling. Deep inside of me.
Today, the sky was mocking as she spat upon my face. I woke up ten past should've been - here, repentance without grace. Sixteen hundred years ago, a man gave Christ a chance.
I don't believe in anything she says to me. And I don't believe that she cares for me. Is it me that she loves. Or is it someone else. Cause I've got to know before I leave.
Pull me from the wreck. or watch and stand serene. shards of broken glass. shattered like the innocence we lost so long ago. See me empty. and fill me with a false sense of warmth and cold, so cold.
Every now and then I like to pick up the phone. And make a call down memory lane. Well how you been? Well, baby you could say. I've been lonely too. .
Broken arms of quiet stillness tend to cover me. Banished echoes of my soul. Careful polish makes the edges seem much sharper. But the rust inside still makes me cold.
Well, just yesterday. I heard the news. You were back in town. Back to the old playground. . Well, the lights are on. And I heard this song. In the still of the night.
I stare at the cross hanging on my wall.. It's just a memory of days which are behind me. The colours blend though violence of lenses of the recess of my soul.