Child of fear, child of anger. Traveler on the open road. An ancient car she bought. with money that he gave her. When he died, oh oh. . That was the only thing he ever gave her.
Open the gates of the past. With the key to our hearts. Dream of the years gone by. Centuries through mankind's eyes. In the wasteland that grows inside.
We both look like grownups to me. And we both look like we're both in need of a little bit of company. Since we both look like we both know what to do.
There was a young man who had the best of everything. He was the first born of a wealthy man. But he was not satisfied with the best of everything. So he took his possessions in his hand.
You lead me. I do need redemption. Whenever I don't know. . I feed you balance. We will not rest. Until the search ends. . I bleed for you. I voluntarily give myself.
Well the check's in the mail, might get there by Monday. And I got two children, I might see them one day. And I keep on drinking even though I quit. Sobriety'd be fine if I got the hang of it.
Smooth talker. He thinks he'll be the one to walk her to his room. But for all of his schemin', he's only dreamin'. He might as well be gone. . Because she's got her eyes on the dance floor.
Have you forgotten. All this beauty around you?. . All your worries. Could easily fade behind you. . Who is pulling you back?. The end is near. With such.
Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision. In the back yard of a stranger on the edges of my mind. I lay broken with my belly up to heaven, I guess.
Water travels by itself. Inspires us to fear the sea. When it affects our state of mind. We drown in our make-believe. . Those little drops that cover two thirds.
Well, I must be crazy but I keep on dreamin'. And prayin' you might be comin' back soon. Keep on hopin' for all the good it does me. Lord, I might as well be talkin' to the moon.
I took the long way. I took the low road. And when I got home. It was morning, where'd the time go?. She sat waiting. She had her coat on. Said, "This can't go on.".
Take me to your lovin' place, take me right now. With your lovin' touch erase every line that's written on my brow. Take me in your lovin' arms, I pray that you would.
Once you get a taste of freedom. it's hard to settle down. Once you get the hang of flying. it's hard to touch back down. Girl I know you're from the old school.
Sure feels like love, the best I remember. Sure feels like love, the best I recall. It's so good, it feels like the first time I reached out. And really went for it all.
You think you were earning. Burning the church of your god. You were yearning. Learning the birth of your dirt. Did you think you earned it. Burning your god.
Underneath the mask you've buried yourself into. It's coal-black. I am tired of the gulping that you do. Every day a new face. What if I unscrew. Your own identity.
She wears her sex like a crown. She tears the little boys to pieces. When they come around. She's pretty like a magazine. I am her victim. And how she loves to watch me bleed.
She used to be some, somebody's baby. Used to be some, somebody's girl. She used to be some, somebody's lady. She used to be some, somebody's world. And before you start actin' like the king of the mountain.