Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. . There's nothing for me here at home. Everything I'll need is with you out east.
It's a very tiny risk that I'm willing to take. It's my foot, it's my heart, it's my back. That I'm willing to break. . It's the dog in me who's barking at you.
We saw the crash on the news today ,oh boy. It changed our lives. But did it really happen?. Flyin' high in a scary sky. Flyin' high in a scary sky. What's going on?.
Remember a time when you thought that you mattered,. Believed in the school song, die for your country - a country that cared for you. All in it together?.
We are the new Kings. Sailing our seas of diamonds and gold. We are the new Kings. Seldom seen, elsewhere and unknown. We are the new Kings. Buying up London from Monaco.
We are the new Kings. We had the keys to Old Russia's locked doors. We are the new Kings. Here on the corporation's top floor. If you cross us we'll buy you and you can retire.
Heading for the great escape. Heading for the rave. Heading for the permanent holiday. . Heading for the winter trip. Heading for the slide. Heading for the dignified walk away.
I think I have become one of the hollow men. As I shine on the outside more these days. I can feel the outside feeding on my inside. Leaves a growing darkness in it's place.
I'm scared of opening the can. Scared of changing who I am. 'Might've taken all I can. I'm scared of everything I am. Are you a natural woman?. I know I've got it comin...
Goodnight my love. I'm so alone. And so surrounded. By your sweet memory. I cannot sleep. For all these dreams. They come to play. Till dawn comes stealin' them away.
At that time of the night. When streetlights throw crosses through window frames. Paranoia roams where the shadows reign. Oh, at that time of the night.
We flew here to see you. My feelings and I. I looked down on the city. From up in the sky. The sun was reflecting. From the roofs and the water. Spring had come early.
I was flickin' through the channels on the TV. On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain. Tryin' to piece together conversations. Tryin' to find out where to lay the blame.
Now when you climb into your bed tonight. And when you lock and bolt the door. Just think of those out in the cold and dark. 'Cause there's not enough love to go 'round.
There's a hot hard hurt. Burning under her skin. And it pricks her like thorns. And it's needles and pins. And it twists in her body. And I know what it is.
He looked down from the airplane. A crack in the clouds opened up he saw a garden of Eden. An island in the sea. Starin at the birth of creation. The earth and the people living, growing, naturally.
I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall. Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all. Every night when I hear you, I dream of breaking down your door.
I lie awake at night. Listening to you sleeping. I hear the darkness breathe. And the rain against the window. . After all this time. Cynical and jaded.
One day I'll play you sounds that can't be made. They'll sing in you from somewhere inside your head. You'll never hear them from the earth or the air.
In the after silence fighting leaves behind. I try to think it over. But my mind's gone blind. I lost the right to argue somewhere down the line. . I had to tell.