Show your face. Lock eyes with me. Be someone, who moves with me. It's joy. Life your head. Open your eyes. See all the prism lights. You'll feel alive.
so I reach inside the raging galaxy. and grab some small glittering oddity. such a creation - so crippled and deranged. a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry.
I don't need your mercy. Farewell. Someday I might be the one to give you everything you want. But, today I have nothing to give. Nothing to give you.
I want to go to heaven. so I build myself a tower. a lonely pillar on the plain. for no one else but me. . I want to taste the clouds. between my sharpened teeth.
I've been losing time. I can't even feel my own emotions. I need to feel alive. Girls talk to me like this at the Whiskey Bar. It's happening. Oh my god.
I'm a thousand people. From day to day. We are all airborne. Without ground control. I call my name. In the maelstrom. . I'm not givin' in. So don't you give in.
Not all survive, the night,. but you and I will.. It's not a trait, of ours. to be frozen.. We'll find our own way to live, above, these trenches.. I don't believe your fear will last, until, the morning..
Love. I need it give me more. I don't need anyone else to show me. When you stare at me I feel the sun's heat. But, it don't burn me. You've never burned me.
i have devils on my mind. and the hour's getting late. there's nothing more to have. i'm waiting for the day. the weeks are passing by. thinking of the days.
Here on a grass field. We'd stare down at the stars,. imagined we might fall, fall away to outer space.. And she would hold so tightly,. the grass blades in her hands like anchors to the ground.
I ride the morning train. People come and go. So many different faces. As the city passes by. I watch their tired eyes. Journeys never made. Broken dreams of leaving.
I can't stop thinking of you. I don't want to say it. I can't stop remembering you. I don't want to think it. All the promises I made to you. I broke.
I know myself. I know myself. I'm coming back from yesterday. I've seen the wall. I know it's shape. I'm coming back from yesterday. I'll life it up. I'll raise it high.
Is it wrong to sing to a child in a minor key. Will she learn from me to smile. Or will she see right through my eyes. And wonder what is wrong with me.
May the fruit of my toil, be yours love. May the fruit from my soil, be yours love. And from this moment on. May a love true and strong. And lives on and on, be yours love..
Don't be a fly on a recipe,. be a rough rider tackling the waves.. They'll split your bow,. plant yourself on the bridge.. You're tearing through the wind..
Tell me why do you put up with my foolish ways. You never take to heart the crazy things I say. Oh I know you could walk out on me any day. There must be a darn good reason why you'd even want to stay.
My Angel's missing.. I'll see her when I leave L.A.. An Amtrak engine. hit her car and left her crazed.. I know my angel will make it.. She's got my love and she'll take it..
Now I've never been in with the fast crowd. I've never been closer than just a little over the line. I know those nights I'd find great temptations. I go home to bed alone.
I know my angel will make it. I'll tell myself until I believe it. If you don't have faith you better fake it. There's a pain you'll feel but you can shake it.