Tu l'entends? Bien sûr que tu l'entends.. Le murmure. Le murmure assourdissant et permanent.. Il a envahit la ville et les esprits.. Il arpente les rues en hurlant..
[VERSE 1]. Can you feel it? All that space in between us.. I know you could feel it, I miss you just a little too much.. . [HOOK]. Memories in the breeze are they gone now? Thought that I would be right but I'm wrong now..
Trying to find a substance,. trying to find a meaning,. but everything is empty. . Sometimes I wonder,. Why I even try,. Because everything I do,. Just won't come out right,.
the chimney smoking causes you to need a drink worse than ever. sick to death of all the twelve step songs. the mighty bull tied up in the bullpen. meant to stay through the whole night long.
Fraying of threads reminds how memory fades. Terrible how predictable the monkeys we became. Things we forget then learn again each day. write it sing it paint it so that no can take it away from you.
don't ask don't tell all the questions fell. somewhere between the ends and the means. shouting arms raised jesus saves. states the bumper sticker sleeve.
the bus stopped in brandon, miles from ithaca. at a shop that paid it to pour all the people out. to drink all the coffee and read through the papers.
i woke up from the dream where you were snoring asleep.. you just stood there in the crowd staring into your drink.. where were you when all the lights cut out?.
kristen built a tiger in her belly like a baby let it out every night to sing. she said all of her wisdom passion and glory didn't amount to anything.
the song almost stopped the car. paul said it best. He said I've been leaning to the right. and you've been leaning to the left. It's true you know,. if you've got no place else.
We built this city with our hands. And called it broken promise land. I heard the whispers on the wind. They told me how all this would end. . Pick a point on the horizon.
Staring at pictures hung up on the wall. Capturing moments when you had it all. It used to be easy, you were never in doubt. Life of the party, so in with the crowd.
I walk a long and lonesome road. Only things that I have ever known. Is this old beat up six string and a blue Ford van. and my rock band.. . I'm sorry mama, I had to leave..