(eric woolfson - lead vocal). . Is there no sign of light as we stand in the darkness?. Watching the sun arise. Is there no sign of life as we gaze at the waters?.
Spoken (John F. Kennedy):. . I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal,. before this decade is out, of landing a man on the Moon.
Anywhere but home. Thats where youre going. It sucks to be alone. Its safer not knowing. When everything feels wrong. You dont know your left from right.
Well you come up stairs in the night to talk. Stay a little while then you do a little walk on home. . I hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes, I hear your talking shit.
Nem ilyen vilgot kpzeltl. De a csbts hvott, ht engedtl. Most koponyd csndjben nmn lsz. s utazol valahol. Magnyod szelden tkarol. Jtszd el az indulat dalt.
For a while, to love was all we could do. We were young and we knew, and our eyes were alive. Deep inside we knew our love was true. For a while we paid no mind to the past.
Light this candle and show the world we're all lined up to die.. Invite these lost souls to dine so grim infect you, glorify..
Why did I come here tonight. With all these feelings inside. You're much too good for this life. And all the pain that you hide. I want to take you away.
cant close my eyes. ashamed I let you down tonight. I couldn't find the words to say. so I guess I'll have to wait. until your sound asleep and then I'll say.
I heard she's thinking bout taking my life. She's got the guy killer eyes in her sights. It wouldn't take long for this one to tire. A desperate man sought to a ?.
YEA! Wanna tell you a story. About a friend of mine in the pen. When the gavel fell and the lock down cell. This ? has its revenge. I aint taking about killing no.
Travel long on this dusty road just to find another lost dead end. Whiskey fueled on another load. On this trip there aint no time for games. Kick one back if you cant attack.
To them we're paper, numbers in a profit margin. We fill their pockets & keep. their bank accounts enlargin'. No one controls them, they're on the inside of a.
Black beans on the stove, malta in my hands. Tears in Alba's eyes as she dreams of a far away land. "I've been stripped of my country, I've been spit on by my race".
They always shout so he tunes them out.. And turns it up.. He's found a place to go.. When he's had enough.. It's in the city where her parents said she couldn't go..
You are what I've wanted at the closest,. at the furthest away.. . When I was bound by compass marks,. You engaged me in the tallest grass. with the tines of a savage wreath..