If you wait for me. Then I'll come for you. Although I've traveled far. I always hold a place for you in my heart. . If you think of me. If you miss me once in a while.
There is fiction in the space between. The lines on your page of memories. Write it down but it doesn't mean. You're not just telling stories. There is fiction in the space between.
Don't you know. They're talkin' 'bout a revolution. It sounds like a whisper. Don't you know. They're talkin' about a revolution. It sounds like a whisper.
Don't you know. They're talkin' 'bout a revolution. It sounds like a whisper. Don't you know. They're talkin' about a revolution. It sounds like a whisper.
Got to talk to you, baby,. Talk to you now. Say it isn't too late. Slamming the door, walking out. I got a feeling. Feelings don't lie. Don't let the words escape me now.
Should I try to Taken you in?. Another fool brought to the fold. With not a gaze or arms. But deathlike grip to hold. to hold. to hold. to hold. . Should I try to Taken you in?.
People say it doesn't exist. 'Cause no one would like to admit. That there is a city underground. Where people live everyday. Off the waste and decay.
Unsettled hearts. Promise what they can't deliver. Bring me the wine. And the cold night air to clear my head. Gray matter memory house. Master of this trembling flesh.
I'd heard rumors and I'd heard talk. About the trail you'd left of broken hearts. About the sea of tears too wide to cross. But a little bad press has never scared me off.
One, two, .. one, two, three, four. . Sweet and high at the break of dawn. Simple tune that you can hum along too. I remember there was a time. When I used to sing for you.