The place: Finland. The date: December 22nd. The culprit: a little blue pen. If I'd known It would end like this, I never would've asked for that cursed.
Open your eyes, look up tonight. In the scariest dark hides a marvellous spark. . And I know that fire works. I've seen the fireworks. Down here, a higher world.
Hey Jenny, please. I'm not in love with you. It can't be that hard to understand. I am not your man. . Something is wrong. I'm not the same again. It's all very odd.
Once I lost you twise you left me. Three times heart ace the last time mistake. . Dont wanna show this pain. And all this time in vain. You turned and walked away.
I think I need a friend. Just a friend to hold. What a dream I had, oh. You were still around, saying:. . "Don't stop.. We're living it fast.. Feet on a one way street..
SI MI VIDA SE VUELVE FRGIL. ES POR QUE TE OIGO GRITAR DEL MAR, DEL MAR. LLENO DE LGRIMAS AHOGADAS DE RENCOR DE DOLOR. POR NO SER LO QUE QUIERES. . PUEDES SENTIR LO MISMO.
DAME EL VINO DE TU ALIENTO. DAME EL SABOR QUE DEJA TU SUDOR. LA SAL DE LA VERDAD DROGA IDEAL. . YO SOY SUEO DE TU CUERPO. MIEDO QUE SE CONVIERTE EN REALIDAD.
Lying idle in my room, telling my thoughts to the moon. Why do I always feel so unimportant?. To other egos my mind clings and inside these voices ring.
Oh how you sparkle. And oh how you shine. That flush on your cheeks. Is more than the wine. And he must do something. That I didn't do. whatever he's doing.
Spoken word has lost it's way again. Wondering through silenced apology. An untamed mouth has not held words not meant. And condescending eyes made shame to see.
I guess there's only one place to go from here. I think the options are clear anyway. I'm sure you're tired of waiting for me. To figure out where you fit in.
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife. I been a workin' man dang near all my life. I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use.
Living a life. Without any future. Just unending appetite. For petty amusement. . And you with your woes. You've food on the table. You've cash in your pocket.
On a hill far away stood an Old Rugged Cross. The emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain.
Hey there, Mr. Personality. Was everybody wrong to think. That you would have. The world on it's knees. . Or perhaps we were too blind to see. That all your grace would fall to entropy.
Well I'm a runnin' down the road. Tryin' to loosen my load. I've got seven women on my mind. Four that wanna own me. Two that wanna stone me. One says she's a friend of mine.
Grievances reached no words to be said. Barrier breached now come lay your head. And she's found a new way her hands letting go, hurting so. . You've too much to say your new words heard old, letting go.
I don't need a whole lots of money. I don't need a big fine car. I got everything that a man could want. I got more than I could ask for. I don't have to run around.
She rose out of bed, wipes the sleep out of her eyes. I know she's bound to be tired, but she looks so satisfied. We stayed up a little late last night.
When he was young so many looks he never caught. So much love he hadn't bought. Seen peering through the pane, left out standing in the rain. Soaking in his rearing, only wishing to be dry.