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.
If you never come to me again. I've had the love of a lifetime and I've had a best friend. The hours that I've spent with you. Are the best I've ever spent.
Out in the deep end. I'm alive, not that you would know. Wasted the weekend. Drivin' by places where you go. . I know that you like 'em dangerous. And I ain't dangerous enough.
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.
I did not mean to mislead you. I never intended that push come to shove. And I dont have one thing against you. I just wish you were someone I love. .
Raised on words like 'Punishment'. And 'God will get you if you don't do what you're told'. Nuns turned children into fearful right handed. Little servants of the Lord.
I don't wanna cry this early this mornin'. But cry I will if you go through with me, with me alone. I don't wanna cry this early this mornin'. So lay back down and love me and leave the leavin' till later on.
Darling, baby. Don't say maybe. Disobey me, I'll be. Like a bad penny. I twist the truth. I love your youth. You're losing grip. Take a trip, you,. You're going down.
Stood a building by the river in a place called Bordertown. Me and my friend Little Steven used to take our money down. We were only seventeen then, starving for experience.
We pulled into Denver, as the sun was lightin' up the Rockies. Checked into a cheap hotel and fell asleep, holdin' each other close. We just knew in our hearts this had to be a new beginning.
False eyes are staring. disrespectfully and untrue. The burden that we are carrying. is way too much for me and you. . Sometimes it is better to lay. Don't you think?.
The ties that bind unravelled on an August night. She left his tired love behind, in a laundromat, in black and white. The powers that be decided it was time to let him go.
The magical air evaporates. whenever we float down from. the big plateau. We are here,. . To let you know,. our rear view mirror. is full of meaning. .
We had our day in the sun. And it was a good day. You thought maybe I was the one. And I felt the same way. But now the walls are crumbling down around us.
[piano version]. . Strange vibe. circles round. Tries to comfort. buzzing sound. Form an arrow. point at us. We the target. are the one. Drop yourself.
Strip away the bar and gun shop. Strip away the lonesome telephone lines. Strip away the faded black top. Strip away these things,. I'll tell you what you'll find.
Wandering. Walking. Drifting with the tide. . Browsing. Searching. Finding our way through life. . Whatever we find. It is all about to last for a while.
Born with blue eyes filled with pain. In March of 1922. Mystic fire in your veins. Mama's apron strangling you. Mama's apron strangling you. Mama's apron strangling.
Blaming global infection. For the illness in him. Little knowledge of the non-affection. Between him and his kin. . Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed.
There is an ocean in the sky. The road is a river. The shoulder I'm following is crumbling. . Started as only half a lie. Indian summer. It was my fortune I was gambling.