Someone's always coming around here. Trailing some new kill. Says "I've seen your picture on a. Hundred-dollar bill". What's a game of chance to you,.
Drink up baby, stay up all night. With the things you could do, you won't but you might. The potential you'll be that you'll never see. The promises you'll only make.
Another day, waking to the same old beat,. Counting doors, walking through the same old street,. Breathing in breathing out the same,. Nothing's changed, just imitating yesterday..
Ah, because the world is round. It turns me on. Because the world is round. . Ah, because the wind is high. It blows my mind. Because the wind is high.
Sit back I'll take you for a ride,. To any place where you decide,. Keep holding on and don't let go too quickly,. Knocked out I'm lying on the floor,.
Throwing candy out to the crowd. Dragging down the main. The helpless little thing with the dirty mouth. Who's always got something to say. . You're sitting around at home now.
Baby Britain feels the best. Floating over a sea of vodka. Separated from the rest. Fights problems with bigger problems. . Sees the ocean fall and rise.
And I was with a girl, her eyes were shining gold,. And she stunned, the whole world,. And everybody knows, that she's the one it shows,. But not today, and here it goes....
Someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill. Says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill. And what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill.
I'll tap my foot,I'll anticipate. Every second's a longer wait. And I'm just one step away. Muscles ceasing, I clench my seat. I'm sory if I seem weak,but it'll pass in time.
Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity. Amity, Amity, Amity caught stars in her arms. Hello, hello kitty happy in New York City. Amity walking like a lucky charm.
We've broken down, we're fading out, and you fall on your knees, and stand defeat, just when it feels like hell is freezing over, hold on, embrace, this symphony..
You walk down Alameda. Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone. Like some precious only son. Face down, bow to the champion. . You walk down Alameda.
Way down at Mister Joe's Cafe. They're takin' someone far away,. And if you hear a song today. It's a sad tune that you'll be playin':. She's leavin' and folks are feelin' so low,.
Still figuring out, how to stay like this forever,. Still figuring out, today, today, yeah.... Just cruising around, and knowing that we will never go our seperate ways..
I got a question mark. You got a need to always take some shot in the dark. I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear. You think that all things have a way they ought to appear.
She's a camptown tune at a barbecue,. an old fashioned curt'sy. And a how dee ya' do,. a tintype from somebody's locket. The wind and the stars and the earth.
If i'm closer to the sun,. I'm the furthest from someone,. I'm the chord that wont resolve,. is this what i've become,. And i just cannot leave,. I keep on burning from the heat,.
I'm going out sleepwalking. Where mute memories start talking. The boss that couldn't help but hurt you. And the pretty thing he made desert you. . I'm going out now like a baby.