We are. Watching Cartoons. Your mom. Won't be home too soon. What's left. Which your made to do. Is to strip down. And play doctor with you. . And I know.
Can't believe what you've done to me. You got me feeling like a cloud in a stormy weather. Obviously it is hard to see. That the sun will never shine when we are together.
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. . I never met a guy like you before. It's really kinda funny how you knocked on my door. It's crazy how you got me feeling funny oh so deep inside.
you've been in Europe for a week. it's a story i half believed. you've been investing in a Chinese. company selling herbal tea. at half the price of the corner store.
So high tonight. And I don't feel like coming down. I could lie to you all my days. But you're the one, you're the one. And I'm a fool for waiting so long to let you know.
I felt it in my heart, that it was time. A change of scenery. To get a little lost, to feel alive. And reach beyond me. . I walked into the first cafe in France.
There you go, you don`t see me. I hold all here inside me. go gonadoprophines!. a high way. straight down to my. a right thie,. then over my left eye.
Come to the jungle, Get out the city. Leave all you're trouble, bring none of it. See, we came to party. Come in a hurry. Forget the madness, no time to worry.
Walking home tonight. It's never taken so long. I just walked out on a fight. I forgot what was wrong. . All alone tonight. Looks like I'm on the run.
Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring. Toward the bright horizon set the way. Cast your wreckless dreams upon our Mayflower. Haven from the world and her decay.
Throw up your voice but not you mind. While them agents of change go monopolize. Their colors and their faces are just shades of the same. All lost in the game.
God cage the songbird. Before the feathers run brown. God bar the windows. That we may though hollow be sound. . And this island shall be shackled to her waters.
You're not the guy i met. And if you are only get. One chance to prove it. Baby make it count. . Maybe she let you do that. Maybe some other fool had.
Isn't it hard to pretend that there's no feeling. When you're alone on sunny days. Just give me hope there's some light inside your own engine. Some mechanism, still the same.
Im a breather, mail receiver. Ad I dont know where I stand. Not since someone informed me. That my house was built on sand. And its not the earth beneath me.