Move out to the land of the burning sun. Where many nations stand as one. Push on through the cold and the icy seas. The smell of earth it follows me.
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We drank 'till the sunrise. Rode away singin' Johnny's back again. maybe i'm wrong - maybe i've really just been away too. long. . There a few who remember.
Running hard from defeat to disaster. I fear no god and I serve no master now.. . Pale as skywriting under the moon,. You shine so bright, but the time would not allow....
I use my silence as a wall to keep me safe until i fall.. Hide from all uncertainty, that's right.. I crept onto your darkened cage. Awake all oyur primal rage.
Unlock the gates. Unlock the doors. Cyrus waits outside no more. Laughter rose. Inside the walls. In the night this time. The ancient city falls. . I'm running from the storm.
Out of the quiet. Out of the sunrise. I hear the birdsong. Give way to sirens. . I hear the voices. Give way to silence. It looks like fire. But it's just sunshine.
All my love. In black and white. On this color photograph. Sad sad eyes. Know too much. You will always start to cry. . Why should I wait for tomorrow?.
Whatchu got on top?. I'll take two of that. I'm chasing a story I heard. . When I was here last. At the back of the class. You pretended you never got lost.
He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties. He was a husband who drove his wife home. And in the car, he would lean her head gently against the side-door window.
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks. She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god. So she named the baby Elvis. To make up for the royalty he lacked, and.
Don't tell your secrets to anyone. Because ideas are vulnerable. As soon as you say your idea out loud. Then it can go and live on its own. And you will miss it oh so much.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]. . Don't tell your secrets to anyone. Because ideas are vulnerable. As soon as you say your idea out loud.
Bobbing for apples in Somalia. The man with the iron curtain is following you. No one's coming for tea-time. Except my own holy ghost. You're somewhere far, probably drinking a whiskey.
If I kiss you where it's sore. If I kiss you where it's sore. Will you feel better, better, better. Will you feel anything at all?. Will you feel better, better, better.
He stumbled into faith and thought. God this is all. There is. The pictures in his mind arose. And began. To breathe. And all the gods in all the worlds.
Who said I was original?. Who said I was allowed,. To sing as if I really sing, to write as if I really write. Who said that I could suddenly get up from underneath and walk away completely stumbling between each breath I breathe.
Come on, bartender. Won't you be more tender?. Give me two shots of whiskey. And a beer chaser. Love will be the death of me. Love is so fickle. It starts with a flood.
You have tamed me. Now you must take me. How am I supposed to be?. I don't have my thorns now. And I feel them sprouting. They'll grow right through. If I don't watch it.
A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men. This is how it happens. Our carefully laid plans. . Shake it, shake it baby. Shake your ass out in that street.