When I was down, you were up. never feeling the pain at all. When you were down, you kept shut. all the doors that made you small. . Held your hand. thinking I was quite the man.
The hour of souls is the night by your side. the whisper of angels, your breath. I sleep behind the moon. with your slender hand in mine. . The ceiling is gone.
Turn your head and face the hole. from where the white illutions shine. Cast a glance upon the mole. which taints the skin so pure, so fine. The garden hangs inside a room.
It's under shirt sleeves. Bare shoulders and now. Tattoos of the things we love the most. And it's retold with amazing success. And it seems so brave but it's just a sucker punch.
Swimming, swimming,. swimming in those arms. whose embrace I knew before. only in my dreams. is a wonder, wonder,. wonder of such beauty. that I'm overwhelmed..
The fantasy is about power, it is really about control. A powerless loveless outsider, wanting to be in control. To dominate and destroy beauty, put himself in the master's role.
I'm walking along the darkest road. Staring at the sky up above me. I keep on hearing these voices in my head. They wont leave me alone. . I use to be the saviour.
Your so cold,. Your broken inside,. Your lying on the floor,. And your screaming,. Hoping that someone can,. Believe in you,. I turn around and i see it,.
Du r en prinsessa och du lyser. Jag r blott en groda och jag fryser. Vran krlek r en bit ur en saga. Vran krlek r nog blott fr svaga. Du gav till mig en stulen kyss.
Jag har legat hela natten. Jag har vntat p ett svar. Jag knner tiden g. Du mste komma till mig. Myror i min kropp. Fjrilar i min mag. Ring mig jag kommer til dig.
Jag har suttit lnge och funderat. Varfr inte jag mr s bra. Det r n't som inte har fungerat. Och hindrat mig ifrn att bli glad. Du blste bort allt mrker frn mitt hjrta.
Won't you fetch another white girl to play with in the sand. The one I have right now is broke. The one I really had has planned. To get religion to find another way.
I been a-workin' from seven, baby, to eleven ev'ry night. It really makes life a drag. I don't think that's right. I've really b-b-been b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-best of fools, ohhh ohhh.
Big boat stealing through the darkness. Will you bring me to my love?. Will you bring me to my only love?. In the night the light of oneness. And the one light guides you home.
Across the silver river. Over the delphs and hills. To see the sun is shining bright. Above the greenest fields. I look for the maker of ire. Who makes the world go round.
Sailor Sally was her name. Workin for the Pub-Marine. Fish and chips and gasoline. smelled on her ginger hair. On high heels, so stumblin. Crooned a song of a submarine.
the night goes on and on; it seems like it's forever. wish we were home instead of how it's turning out. there's something you cannot explain. the one thing that gets in the way.
Will we get what we begun. Looking after number one. Never feel you have enough. And you can't do nothing for it. Can't do nothing for it just.... . Stop!.
these stations are empty. so distant i just cant seem to touch them. most of the time. you can find safety in the smooth clear surface. as cool as a breeze.
Hey, all you people. In the shiny cars. Who dug the trenches. Will reach the stars?. . We'll watch the funny program. What's it, show or tell?. If it's not what you're thinking.