Is it some kind of crazy?. I'm getting deeper, I can't break free. So please, just let your baby. hey please just let your baby breathe. . Why am I still surrounded?.
Peso, Peso, Peso. Sobre un venezolano. . Cargado de odio. Ilusión del pasado. La frente en alto. Mirando hacia abajo. . Peso, peso, peso. Sobre un venezolano..
If the world keeps turnin'. And my mind keeps burnin'. Can you feel the passion?. Can I make it happen once again?. . Now I'm running. In times that are frightening.
No digas que no. No estás de espera en ninguna estación. Andar de aquí para allá. Calle mojada, cara sin nombre. Los humillados, los desheredados. Viven mejor después de muertos.
Sometimes I wish that we could all forget. Your figure fades into a silhouette. But I hear you breathing. I'm done believing. . We're painting portraits but the canvas is blank.
Bare breasted, you make love in the turret. I feel each single thrust that you take. In silence I watch on from the bastion. Entranced, I make myself look away.
2 Loud Phone talker riding on a bus. Heads in the clouds no thought for us. One way monologue, we're all trapped. It's a long 20 minute ride but their plans are capped x 2.
If you want me, come and get me. I know what's on your mind. So whisper softly. Your words come easy. We've got plenty of time. . And you play that dirty girl.
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade. A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made. But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity's worth.
You were simpler. you were lighter when we thought like little kids. Like a weightless, hate-less animal. beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into.
This ain't my home anymore. My beating heart and restless mind, in one. My eyes have closed on my way back home,. To a place that no one knows. I travel light, no more starless nights.
Think of your fellow man. Lend him a helping hand. Put a little love in your heart. . You see it's getting late. Oh please don't hesitate. Put a little love in your heart.
Left without goodbye to the city. To find a quiet place of our own. A little house on the hill. Yeah, I can see you still. . Your golden hair and moonlight.
And they turned down the light. And the subject sat and told us stories. And we'd sit and listen all night. . About a world filled with glory. And we'd sit and listen all night.
There are pyramids in my head. Theres one underneath my bead. And my ladys getting cranky. Every possible location. Has a simple explanation. And it isnt hanky-panky.
Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night. Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night. It ain't Kodachrome and it isn't black and white. Take me for a fool if you feel that's right.
Just like desire. Won't disappear. With everything behind you. There's no more tears. And now the daylight's ending. We'll surely make it clear. Just like the hand.
Now stand atop your soapbox. And just tell us what we want to hear. And talk in circles. Until the words become unclear. We can afford to be hypnotised by design.