2:30 Eastern time. Out of the blue. Out of the lime. A stunning and complete loss of control. The tenor of the hour. A cruel and otherworldly power. I pray to someone's god to make me whole.
Sometimes I feel. Like. I losen my self. Sometimes I feel like I somebody eles.well I. V Been searchen for some kind of reaction. But IV been careless with the wrong kind of attention .do you feel do you felt love.do you feel do you feel love.
[Intro: DJ Drama]. Black and white The Neighbourhood. The west coast is the best coast. The best smoke, the best weather. The best bitches, can't wait 'till my flight land.
In my hands I held the only thing. That's been good to me. Goes down easy every time. I'll count on you tonight. To numb the feelings. Of all those who have moved on.
You can't kill my spirit. Or take back all its living. F*cked her for a slow death. Burning while still wet. This life's not a subject to put on display.
It's hard to believe it's all over. Left at the side of the road. A world of work, and a life itself. What does it all mean now that it's gone. with no way to return.
There's a wave rolling in my ear. I walk away from the sound of fear. A distant tremor pulls me close. The sand murmurs riddles through my toes. . We could resonate from inside the stars.
Sometimes when I stop to think. I see what is missing. Someone who's been waiting. Who's just as lonely as me. . And I've been caught up in this dream of mine.
We've had enough time to find out what we are. No reason we should be walking in the dark. By now we should know how cruel love can be. . You take so long to say it.
He walks all alone by the railroad tracks. Carrying what he owns in a couple of sacks. A collective thumb keeps pushing him down. Told him many times he's not welcome in town.
Tribal thoughts, I'm thinking tribal thoughts. I'm drinking every thought in. Like it was the first one. . I hear the beat against the slow lines. The lines I wrote.
Wanna know what tells me something. When you talk you don't talk to me. When you talk you talk about me. Wanna know what tells me something x2. . Round the inner core rocks.
Dark creedence, over my glass. Over my glass now is gone. The dark shadow that came to pass. Over my shadow is gone. Finally free, heavy iron shawls and.
The Stars stare down,. but do not intercede.. The best they can do is shine on while you bleed.. His bright eye went black... ...so you crawled to the mall with a knife in your back..
You are the first thing I see,. when I open my eye when I wake. from a dream,. you're the light through a rip. and the seams,. bursts forth from the light onto dark stars it clings,.
Wake at the start of an early dawn. To make me put my dress shoes on. You in your veil and your pale white dress. Still as kids, it all made sense. . Out in the back where we used to play.
In a motel room in Colorado Springs,. We learned what impatience brings. To women who fool around.. That summer was a strung-out mess,. And you swore to God you had the perfect fix,.
I fell for you in your attic. Over the hum and grind of afternoon traffic. We should be pleased to have shared the breeze or a bus. Now you ask what was the fuss.
Pull away to you. In your best blue dress.. Silos and rolling hills,. Your eyes in brilliant focus.. . We learned how our bodies worked,. Soft and familiar,.
Hazy like a Tokyo Summer. I've been hanging off your every word. Under blankets and covers. . I see the feeling of the moment now over your cheeks. I hear the lack of intimidation whenever you speak.