There's a fire beneath my skin. There's a fever that makes me ill. Got a love, a love that kills. I've got twenty four hours to live. . Comeback, I'm begging you please.
Well I find myself in reverie. 'Bout what we might have had. And what might have been. We had something going once. . That was such a long, long time ago.
"Son" said the preacher " æ?ºor I break the news. Let me take you to the heart of this promised land". Built on the green hill far away. Where somebody cried Somebody died in the wind.
And now they are trying to take my life away. Forever young I cannot stay, on every corner I can. See them there. They don't know my name they. Don't know my kind. They're after you with their.
I. Dream in red. Of the things. That this world could be. And is not. I. Walk in the glow. Of a thousand candles. Burning, burning slow. Sunrise. Sunset.
Well take a look and listen to the things that I have said. Well could I really tell the truth with a rifle at my head. Yeah, I gunned down a president.
Shelter, oh. . I've been branded. I've been washed up and left for dead. I've been cast out from this world. . I'm in exile. I'm stranded on the streets.
You say that there's no place to run to. Is that any kind of place for you to hide?. You say no one is telling you the truth anymore. Then for God's sake who's telling lies?.
Early one morning. Across the fields of dawn. Crooked is the shadow. That falls on my land. Storm clouds overhead. Like birds of prey in wait. How can we undo.
There's colors on the streets. Red, white and blue. People shuffling their feet. People sleeping in their shoes. . There's a warning sign on the road ahead.
Let me put my arms around you. Give me refuge in your soul. I have drunk from fire water. Free spirits rising in the world. . The new moon rises from the darkness.
"OK This is a song called reason 41.. One two three four". . Well I used to wonder why that. When it's black there is no white. And why that when it's day.
A renegade. Rides a run away train. To liberate. Tear these bonds assunder. . A fugitive. Running from a chain gang. Comfort me. Grant me absolution. .
Outside in ruthless city canyons. Rivers of people oveflow. . Gunshots in the skyway valley madness. Ricochet as my mind starts to implode. . Oh no, no.
Under the anvil of the sun. Sweat, like a train. I come, I come,. My body to dust. Scorched by the might of the sun. . Burning light, burning white heat.
All I want is someone to believe in. But who to believe is hard to define. When some say the future is unwritten. Some say the simple things in life are the best.
Daylight breaks on the streets of my life. Where no sun shines there bums refusal to die. In the shadows of heartache my dreams come alive. I've been searching for love to give meaning to life.
The first heaven is silver. And you are silver you shine white light. The second heaven's sacred,. And you are sacred of pure soul. The third heaven is pearl.
Well, back in '75. When the kid was on the line. And he felt no pain. 'Cause there was none. He would bend in the wind. Take in anything. Like sniffin' roses.
Somewhere in this world. I know that love exists. I've known it in a kiss. Sometimes in my sleep. I've been searching. For more than these few glimpses.