Time to see this for what it is. Bite the bullet and take the hit. I thoght it was, but it wasn't our turn now. All I can do is just let it burn, baby.
Silence is golden, but damn, how it rings on me. I'm flying low enough, everything's clear to see. It rings and it rings and it sounds like my enemy. I'm tasting the dirt in my mouth that I like to feel.
I feel better,. i feel better now you've gone. i got better,. i got better, i got strong. I feel better,. i feel better, now there's nothing wrong. I got better,.
You stop the crowd. I cried out to break the spell. You wink and smile. I just snapped and lost control. . Distracted by irrelevance. The stress and the tension.
I am gone. Everybody's raging. And these fruits. They still taste of poison. . I won't be around. When you really need me. . I can't sleep. Why can't someone hold me?.
I'm on a roll. I'm on a roll this time. I feel my luck could change. . Related. . Match These Taylor Swift Songs to Her Ex-Boyfriends. . From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist.
I would shape myself into your pocket. Invisible. Do what you want. Do what you want. . I would shrink and I would disappear. I would slip into the groove.
I would shape myself into your pocket. Invisible. Do what you want. Do what you want. . I would shrink and I would disappear. I would slip into the groove.
I will shape myself into your pocket. Invisible, do what you want, do what you want. I will shrink and I will disappear. I will slip into the groove and cut me up, and cut me up.
Turn to nasty now, the dark cell. The pillar of my salt. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little, by hook or by crook.
Turned so nasty now. The dark cell. The pillar of my soul. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little by hook or by crook.
Turn to nasty now, the dark cell. The pillar of my salt. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little, by hook or by crook.
While you make pretty speeches. I'm being cut to shreds. You feed me to the lions. A delicate balance. . And this just feels like spinning plates. I'm living in cloud cuckoo land.
Once again, I'm in trouble with my own friend. She is papering the window panes. She is putting on a smile. Living in a glass house. . Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens.
This is the place. Sit down, you're safe now. You've been stuck in a lift. We've been trying to reach you, Thom. . This is the place. It won't hurt, it will not hurt.
Bummed out again by your only business friend. The smell of failure is thicker than you think. Don't do this. Don't jump. . Changed shape to fit. In the end you just feel sick.
Bummed out again by your only business friend. The smell of failure is thicker than you think. Don't do this. Don't jump. . Changed shape to fit. In the end you just feel sick.
Appliances have gone berserk. I cannot keep up. Treading on people's toes. Snot nosed little punk. And I can't face the evening straight. You can offer me escape.
Transport. Motorways and tramlines. Starting and then stopping. Taking off and landing. . The emptiest of feelings. Disappointed people. Clinging onto bottles.
Appliances have gone berserk. I cannot keep up. Treading on people's toes. Snot-nosed little punk. . And I can't face the evening straight. And you can't offer me escape.