Everyday has a song. Some get sung while others go unheard. Take a good look around. It'll never be this way again so try to remember. Dylan, Drake, even Schwarzenbach.
When the memory is a blank page. And the teeth in your. Mouth are all cliches. You heart is a bag of rocks. . Your. Soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk.
Please slow it down. There's a secret magic past world that you only notice when you're looking back at it. All I wanna do is turn around. I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean.
What do I care? I'll clean up to make things. Look their very best, to feel my worst. What's inside is no longer mine to destroy. But all the same on each new Sunday.
Lead me through these cities of imaginary trends. Something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend. As fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then.
Thank you for leading me home that I. May one day return to walk through those fields again. I buried a treasure and made a map. So I'd always find my way back.
Sometimes you have to be brave. And let things fall where they will. It's not yours to decide. How this night will be. Sometimes you have to be brave.
Are you gonna die with that music inside?. Did you catch the twilight on your way into work?. You can live anything, you can think. Man, I'm not lying to you and yeah that's a threat.
The city is calling. Everybody is searching for the keys. To all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create. The boys and girls of winter gather at the end of November.
A brain that never stops ticking. Sometimes an on-off switch would sure come in handy. A mind that's constantly cutting up. And dissecting. Looking for answers.
Never let go those years of discovery. There's only so much a pair of arms can carry. Embrace these years of necessity. Put your mouth around your double edged sword.
We can go and walk in the darkness. Get relief at each streetlight. Dont know how much it'd cost us. Probably more'n i spent in my whole life on the silly ideas.
These baby secrets have grown into children. Through dirty adolescence and now into manhood. I locked the basement door and broke off the skeleton key.
The have nots have had enough and now they're out to kill the king. Of what looks to be an evil empire where short-term earnings mean everything. There's a pressure to deliver here, your gonna get hurt if you don't play this game.
This is what life feels like on the ground. I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country. You know he never really came home. . We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow.