When you were little she sold you out. Out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free. Or maybe it was your imagination. Friend of the family but now the foe.
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). I read the morning paper, someone had. just died. in big bold letters so it comes as. no surprise. I'm looking at a story 'bout violence, a.
Back in history in the roaring 20's there was a law called prohibition. No one was to drink or make alcohol. Today in the 90's we have a new law. People getting mugged by strung out junkie thugs.
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). Sitting in the lazy chair, the channels. look the same. I realize that the roof is stable and start. to feel ashamed.
Father works the late shift. Mother drinks herself to sleep. Brother's outside fielding. With a match and gasoline. . They told her lies and gave her no hope for tomorrow.
"Hello this is Sara Fisher. Please hold on the line". There are so many things I'd like to say. But your busy all the time. . She gives us t-shirts, sends us posters.
we might have friction sometimes. and i know i am a selfish person. believe me sweetie i understand completely. just know that you make me happy. fighting and screaming.
I'm full of desire. I burn I burn I'm on fire. how I love you beyond the unknown. all of this I've got to let you know. all of this I've got to let you know.
and if I call upon you,. would you lie like I do?. would you cover it with lies,. who knows?. . guess this ain't no living,. after all I've given you.
We're more than overwhelmed. By hundreds of hugs and a million good words. We are satisfied from Monday till Friday. And on Sunday we cry. . But we like it from that point of view.
I was late for the wrong reasons. All borders and no light. Because God is a nothing phantom and a pocket light. Because it's late for the one reason, the sun was up all night.
It shifts you, grips you. Takes all your friends away from you. Say, face me, embrace me. Take all these friends away from me. . Are you here?. Two hours and two more.
Under your skin there's something beckoning;. There's something that makes me believe in you.. Behind your eyes, that's where the sacred lies;. You know I need to get through..
written by Nick Cave. Come sail your ships around me. And burn your bridges down. We make a little history, darling. Every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me.
Look at me I'm smooth like a shell,. Put your head down. You can hear the ocean.. Hold my body - feel it roll,. So much inside and it's all been broken..
The bullet's deep, I'm not dreaming,. The blood I keep, while you're healing.. Have you found your second skin, your second wind?. Have you found your second skin, second wind?.
I alone. Cry beside her. Pushed away. Once too often. Face that lie. Vision changes. Shade is ice. The words are poison. . Changes made now why can't i.
I tried to tell you. There's something dead in me. Love lies in moments. Still I cannot grasp one fragment. I can tell you nothing. Answers don't exist.