On behalf of those who know not better. I try to understand. This patience that has come to me. . Your silence it is welcome. And the pain that comes within.
You think that I am satisfied. Because I am not leaving you. Desperately searching for something. Defeating me too. . So don't you start to protest. You think I can make you believe.
VERSE:. #1. There's a place where all the people use to go. To ease the pain and cure the suffering. They try to hide their everyday prostitution. they value themselves by comparing themselves to others..
You are the slaves of the modern ages. Raised to be patient and to agree. You're only able to turn the pages. But you have forgotten how to read. . You are dancing to the sound of deception.
I step into the darkness. Preparing for the light. . I do expect the hardest. And deferred out of sight. . I still sense the different. Darker kinds of meat.
"If you wish to leave a record of your call, please state your message at the sound of the tone.". . His world is seven days of action and simplicity.
And my confession would have you on the floor. - if you knew the truth. But that's the way they want you -. Everyone's a sucker for the haze of youth.
Very good sir, getting better. Could be amazing if you'd try.. Such a sweet boy, very Catholic. Eyes so beautifully wide.. . But i'm just a bloodhound, really..
I can live with my old friend Disappointment. I can live with things not as they ought to be. I can snatch a sorry crumb of comfort. From the jaws of what might have been victory.
It's the kind of lost thing, really. A little bit of brief wondering. And it's started out with ice-cold. Kids with nothing to lose. . And I don't suppose that you think.
The girl comes from Lakeville. Her dad - he cuts hair.. It's a small town in the middle of nowhere.. In tried and tested fashion. She took a plane and headed west.
Blue skies. Go on and do one. Take your sunshine with you. And move along. Until my baby's back. I won't be having none of that. I'll be the sorriest MF in town.
Five o' clock and a fire escape symphony. Spilling out across the road and the square. And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?. Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there?.
Guess it's true -. I only ever wanted to be with you.. And now I find i've lost my way to go.... I always mess it up. You should have known i'm not reliable..
I woke up late today,. actually I do that everyday.. Got no place to be seen, I'm not part of a scene,. I'm a gen-ious loser.. . Keeping council with my own opinion,.
I don't know where I go wrong -. Everything I do just takes so long.. I don't know what's up with me. I'm swinging from a branch of my family tree....
Oh, it's the strangest thing. I wasn't looking out for anything. My boat had just set sail. I was flying as the wind prevailed. . What did you think you were doing, doing?.
Been good, been bad, got worse, got better.. I feel I know myself when i'm looking in the mirror.. Been hurt, been loved - I'm scarred, not bitter.. I am an angel with the knowledge of a sinner..
Here is my story. A little sad of soul, a little weary. Maybe I am that, will nobody love me?. Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have?. . If I die tonight, if I give up the fight.
Thousands, no millions of hours. We've been skirting around this whole subject. Like children stuck in a museum.. And i'm dry now.. My mouth will not speak, i'm weary and weak.