Come on!. . Verse 1. Let me hear ya rock now, clap your hands. Let me hear ya get down; bounce your head. Let me hear ya do it if you understand. Let me hear ya get loud 'cause we're gonna win.
Time flows back from the end-. A foe or a friend-. Depending upon how you choose:. Bliss or the Blues.. Igniting our fuse-. We win or we lose.. You hold my past.
I stare into the sunrise. Cold. A face of fear. A void of soul. Inside. This hole. Where I feel safe. Inside this storm. This empty place. This crown of clouds.
Verse 1. Come on along; it's time to get it on. Atlanta, let's meet down at the Georgia Dome. The red and the black, we got a party at home. We got the birds on attack, and the hunt is on.
It didn't have to be obscene. To stop my heart with fantasy. It's beautiful, but. All I want is you. It didn't have to be so complete. You could have left.
Verse 1. We got the fever; I'm a believer. Can't help but feel it, baby, down in the Dome. . It's time to party; yeah, are you with me?. Let's get it started with this Falcons song.
Everybody knows you can have sex with anyone. (That you love). Everybody knows you should only love someone who cares. (For you). Everybody knows you should only care about your own.
There's more silence than words. Space and emptiness. It's at the base of all of us. It's the answer to our questions. It will remind you of nothing. Like life,.
(Billy Higgins, W. Benton Overstreet). (parody lyrics by Chet Atkins,. Mark Knopfler, Margaret Archer). There'll be a change in the weather. And a change in the scene.
I stopped and asked a strange old man who was looking to the East,. if perchance he knew the time of day.. He looked at me so suddenly and with such a fiercesome gaze,.
(Mark Knopfler). Now it's been something seeing you again. In this time we've had to spend. You've been so good to be around. I thank you for that special thrill.
Is there a vacuum in me. Is there a great big hole. Does my life suck as bad as yours. (Will you swallow my soul?). Is there a thought in my head. you walk a mile in my bed.
Sweet dreams of you. Every night, I go through. Why can't I forget you, and start my life anew --. Instead of having sweet dreams about you?. You don't love me, it's plain.
Came and right away. We're lost we're all alone and lost. It's easy to say. (So I noticed). It's better to say that you don't believe. A few half lies.
(Paul Kennerley). Do I want you? Yes I do. Do I need you? Baby you know it's true. But I ain't got nothin' that you can use. So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues.
I am paralyzed in time's confusion. The days seem to pass me by. Sometimes love feels like quiet observation. New dreams are born when old dreams die.
(Don Gibson). If I could see you just one time. Oh, how it'd ease my troubled mind. If I could hold you just one time. And then pretend that you're still mine.
Maybe I am misunderstood. Maybe I'm missing Conviction. Maybe. Maybe I'm minding my own mind. Maybe I'm making moonsenseshine. Maybe. I've turned my head around baby.
There are too many painters. And not enough beauty. Too many hours. And not enough time. Too many singers. And not enough music. Too many reasons. And not enough rhyme.
The judges sat outside the law. And in their pride no evil saw. In setting teeth to Satan's jaw. And feeding him our children.. When viewed in terms of cost and ease.