I am strong when I'm quiet. I never let you see me stall. I can hate what you say and still smile. Only play on an open court. . I am the ringleader of my own circle.
There is a theory about us. What we always never. In the background on the shadow. Another theory about us. . Today's evidence taken by the new wave. Just like the Sun which can be moved.
Life is like unfinished film. Like actors we change our faces. Playing our parts is not so easy. Under such circumstances. . I can't say I know myself.
I am strong when I'm quiet. I never let you see me stall. I can hate what you say and still smile. Only play on an open court. . I am the ringleader of my own circle.
Twenty-one. I stumbled fore they came to get you,. You locked yourself away.. . Steady on. The guilty trials they'll send to test you,. I swear i cried that day..
Confiding thoughts. My skin is too loose. It covers winged arms. Dancing beneath closed eyelids. . Dancing beneath closed eyelids.... . The sleeping ancient goddess.
They promise Heaven. Where there's no Sun. They promise peace. Where there are no moments. Without the conscience scream. They promise. There are no fulfilled promises.
Of those who fed people on the great words no one survived. The words are only left. Yesterday I thought the echoes of these words. Are music inside. Today I really don't know who I really am.
Feel my hands. Touch my pale face. My touch is vulnerable like a dust. It brings you lust. He came on wings of the wind. His vision in mortal mistress dream.
Tonight, get out of my way. I've got the world to my back. It's that kind of day and you. Can't stop me now, from feeling insane. It's all upside down but i like it that way.
Eyes that last I saw in tears. Through division. Here in death's dream kingdom. The golden vision reappers. . I saw the eyes but not the tears. . This is my affliction.
The scent of roses. Embraces me. And the Thorn Bird is singing. United in suffering. Blood trickles from my wounds. The stigma of my greed. The artificial rose never dies.
Wings of butterfly inside. My spirit revives, I feel. The horizon is widening the circle. My destiny is in the clouds. . The Stone Pilgrim kneels. Carving his way.
I feel so unsure,. As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.. As the music dies.... Something in your eyes,. Calls to mind a silver screen,.
I remember that warmth. Which I felt inside. Awaken to a new life. The temple of unborn child. Hollow sounds of world. Like an ancient tales. Were the prophecies.
Woke from dreaming but it took convincing. I was shaking screaming, I was still alive. And you were picking strangers by the side of roadways. Little, little let the danger unfold.
In cases such as these, I'd like a hand. Don't wake me up without a master plan. With sight and sound becoming fragile. Don't you understand?. When things that once were beautiful.
I became accustomed to a kind of social servitude. and no one, I mean no one, could accept what I had become. Selfish, bitter, weak. Enough to make you sick.
She always waves right back. He don't always seem satisfied. I wonder what he's been thinking. Doesn't walk with any kind of mission. He don't know where it's leading to.
Things you dare to do. You take away all the love. Just me and my records. Old Hank and Ernest Tubb. I cry out loud. Have nothing left to say. The bottle last night.