I guess you'll find a reason to walk out on me. I guess in time we'll all return to the scene. Awake the old dog in me. . Our love was blind, a love unpretentious and free.
We ain't got nothing to fear. I ain't got nothing to hide. I wanna live in the truth. I wanna live in the light. All this material excess. Is just our fear covered up.
Schools out Christmas break. Back to Boston, the Red Sox in four straight. . First the Yankees then St. Louis. The curse, reversed, the Bambino really blew it.
Don't take it out on me. Don't take it out on me. Don't take it out on me. The point you're missing. . Don't try to talk to me. Don't try to talk to me.
Sometimes I miss a step. I stumble here and there. But I'm findin' my way home. . If I'm lost then I'll admit. Sometimes I plain forget. But I'm findin' my way home.
You're the element of surprise that none of us were prepared for. The dead body behind the curtain that we couldn't help but stare towards. This afternoon you were an only child and a friend to me.
Mele Kalikimaka is the thing we say. On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day. That's the island greeting that we send to you. From the land where palm trees sway.
I could feel at the time. There was no way of knowing. Fallen leaves in the night. Who can say where they're blowing. As free as the wind. And hopefully learning.
I'm spittin' with the venom. To your soul through flesh and denim. I kill every opponent with the message that I send 'em. And I leave 'em, with no heart-beatin', the lungs breathin'.
My name is Foreigner. From a far away land. My feet are covered in earth. They've been here and back again. . And I have seen. Great things from a distance.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I perfect. 'Cause mirror you've always told me, who I am?. Im finding its not easy to be perfect. So sorry, you wont define me.
Mothra versus the world. Lets play. Mothra versus the world. Lets play. . I know she loved me as we danced away. I felt that was pure blood dripping away.
At the midnight hour you can feel the minutes fade. Licking wounds from yesterday, bracing for tomorrow's stage. I create these monsters, seems like every way I can.
What about those songs you sang my love. Were they meant for her?. And all those words you never said before. . What about those kisses in my sleep. Were they meant for her?.