Back in high school we used to take it slow. Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos. Had a job downtown working the servo. Had me waiting in line couldn't even let go.
You said, "Down with the church", with your fists up in the air, all the rancor and the hate, yeah we saw your frigid stare. You hate Christianity, but love your animosity, it's the church who's getting rotten, yet it's Christ that you've forgotten..
You call me up,. It's like a broken record. Saying that your heart hurts. That you never get over him getting over you,. And you end up crying. And I end up lying,.
Staring at the shoreline wishing for some hope. the weight of empty fishing nets is more than twisted rope. And underneath stern faces while they wait with baited breath.
You're like perfection, some kind of holiday. You got me thinking that we could run away. You want I'll take you there,. You tell me when and where,. Oh oh oh oh.
Through this mirrored image feeling. Was my head so oddly reeling. Not aware of floor or ceiling. Kneeling and crying out. All the past I'd spent denying.
Within a minute I was all packed up. I've got a ticket to another world. I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go. The silent words are hard to speak. When your thoughts are all I see.
I was wasting time. Oh so sure to find somebody who'll. Never go. How could I know. None I'd found was true. None could be but you. The only one love divine.
When I was young, the smallest trick of light,. Could catch my eye,. Then life was new and every new day,. I thought that I could fly.. I believed in what I hoped for,.
First a boy and a girl meet each other. Then they sit down to talk for a while. In your heart, you'll want her for a lover. While each step, draws you closer to the aisle.
Oo wah, oo, oowah, oowah, oo, oowah. Our anniversary is here, darling yes you know. Love has grown so dear, since that year ago. Glad that you're still here, 'cause I love you so, oo,wah.
In the still of the night. I held you. Held you tight. 'Cause I love. Love you so. Promise I'll never. Let you go. In the still of the night. . I remember.
Into mass graves we've shoveled lives. a massive pipeline for the lies. a past so vast with genocide. and ignorance we hide behind. You say that we are done with this.
In a field of yellow flowers. underneath the sun. Bluest eyes that spark with Lightning. Boy with shoes undone. He is so young,. so full of hope,. Reveling in tiny dreams.
What could this be, too much. MTV? Chalk another fad up for. its fall into infamy. What? s in a. standard if it changes all the. time? You? re still having trouble.