Chemical lullaby. I'm on your suicide. With kamikaze eyes. Sing me to sleep tonight. . My chemical lullaby. I always be safe inside. Chemical lullaby.
I think about you all the time. I love myself till I go blind. I hear the muzak of jean michel jarre. In every elevator. . In my dreams. I always wanted to be your trampoline.
Candy deceit, the sweetest taste. Like forbidden fruit that I could not resist. She stole control out of my soul. Right out of my hands, I've already been sold.
Through the alleyways. To cool off in the shadows. Then into the street. Following the water. . There's a bearded man. Paddling in his canoe. Looks as if he has.
King Kayvan. Q-wreck. . Rap pop has gayed. My ears up. Hip hop was betrayed. so heres a. Retaliation. Confiscation. Musical inebriation. . Verse. . Sometimes I wonder why God made things this way.
Written by debbi peterson & walker igleheart. Main voice: debbi. Produced by kindred spirit. Released on 'kindred spirit' (1995). . In the village seventh day.
Lets find some place and bide our time. Party even when the sun wont shine. You and I are two of a kind. Cowards in a brave new world. . Put ourselves in the hands of fate.
I don't miss the good old days. I've learned a lot since then. I've changed my ways. I'm not bothered by those things that used to get me down. Only when you come around.
I remember way back when. The circus came to town. It was like nothing I had ever seen. Spun my head around. . Maybe it was all those crazy lights. But I stepped right up and paid the price.
You're like Chinese boxes. One inside the other, inside the other. One inside the other one. . You're smoking mirrors. Plastic flowers, magic spells. Misdirection, smoking mirrors, plastic flowers.
On a midnight survey of the town. No place special, just around. The snow it fell like feathers from the sky. All the good people were in their beds. With reading lamps above their heads.
I got good luck in my pocket. and a good shine on my shoes. I got a silk shirt in my closet. that I'm not afraid to use. A little fortune cookie told me.
The sun shines through my bedroom window. Like a long lost friend. And I can't describe how good it feels to. See him back again. . If I were a tender poet.
Three five four, six two one. Is his access code. Three five four, six two one. Infatuation for this boy. Infatuation is a toy. . Obsession, obsession.
Look around and you will see. This dream's called reality. Look around and you will see. Futuristic faces from lands near and far all here. Together tonight.
It's hard to believe, we weren't meant to be. And all good things end eventually. But here I am walking away. And you're down on your knees begging me please baby stay.
Sorry for what I forgot to say. But you know how words get in the way, baby, lately. Wasn't strong enough to cut right through. All the red tape between me and you, baby, time escapes me.
(Let's go, let's go, let's go.). . Red rose I want to hold you close to my nose. Red red rose. Red rose I want to hold you close to my nose. Red rose.
And it seems like we should know that this is wrong. And it seems like we should know that everything we had once is gone. . This is your Mayflower coming over spring shower.