(T. Flakne/B. Icon). It was early in the mornin', way back when I was five. somebody's knockin' on our front door. one chilly winter's night. my father put his jeans on, and opened up the door.
I believed that love was sacred. As I dove blindly into her sea. But soon that warm embrace felt more like drowning. As endless waves crashed over me.
You are all I am, you are all I ever want to be. I think of you. A solitary cry echoes through my throat, through my mind. I think of you. . I think I woke up screaming.
The sky is falling, they say it's the end.. I turn the knobs on my amp up to ten.. I should be running, but I'm still rockin' with the boys in the band..
people change, places change, things change, there not the same. and through it all i come to terms with one thing that is true. hypocrisy, theology, hostility, reality.
You talk talk about nothing. And nothing ever gets done. You're choked up about something. But you're never on the run. Talk talk talk. Talking 'bout what?.
The years still grinning back at you. In the neon lights and the spent cash you. Get some and then it's gone. Easy times, hard times all pile on. . Good times through it all.
Aliens are only us. are only us. from the future. Aliens are only us. are only us. from the future. We are the class of 4007. centuries away from home.
One minute to midnight in the dawn of humanity. A hundred million suns reflect in the deep blue sea. Compact the time, make the sign. Invoke the deity.
I remeber when I sw you, you were standing by the bar.. I didnt now what to say to you, so I spied you from afar.. You're Like an angel with a pint glass, Aphrodite with a beer.
Wanna tell you 'bout a girl I know. For this we'll call her Sandy. She's got legs up to her armpits. And her voice is sweet like candy. She's an angel.
wanna tell a story bout a girl named sheila. lovely lil thing but a bit of a dreamer. shes been married for three long years. got three children and they're all lil dears.
my mind is screaming 45. cause you're still alive. these signal lights i'm runNing through. it's all i can do. jusT to get to you. you know i love you.
All the God's people. Look from the outside in. You know them too well. But do you mirror their nightmares?. . What more could you ask for. For all this and nothing.
Life is hard. When it seems. That you're a fish. On the hook. Of the American dream. We're the All American Boys. Looking for. The All American world.