We're the day birds. Deciding to fly against the sky. Within our dreams, we all wake up. To kiss the ones who are born to die. We're the greying herds.
Lyrics: ryan dennis. Music: ryan dennis/dan stadnick. © 1998. . It's an inside drive to achieve the velocity. Don't see no reason for this tauntin' animosity.
Have you disappeared. With all of life shining upon you?. Into the brightness of today. . You encircle me room to room. Partaking of your grace. . My heart is in trepidation.
love that you bring, it brings me along.. the pain that you give, gives me a home.. do you wanna stay by my side, do you want me to turn and hide.. we are disappearing inside,.
Wish you'd stayed the night last night,. Woke up wanting to hold you tight.. Always want but just can't be, you're all that I see.. And you take my breath away, never thought I'd feel this way..
The love that you bring. You bring me alone. The pain that you give. Gives me a home. . Do you wanna stay by my side?. Do you want me to turn and hide?.
Fantasies once old and dead. Started runnin through your head. When I looked into your eyes and I said. . I could be your one true friend. Ill be there until the end.
It is springtime and it has snowed,. Vaay le le, vaay le le, vaay le le le le.. My sweetheart has become cold,. Akh, I wish for my rivals tongue to dry up..
Feel so alone. In a crowded place. Scared to let you. Into my space. Clouded images. Of what could be. Surrounding the actual reality. Pieces of me everywhere I look.
I never wanna hear the things you say. Cause they're tearin' up my mind. I never try to know the games you play. Cause there's rules that I can't find.
Don't forget me now,. laughing through the tears. For somewhere, somehow,. life becomes the years. You speak to millions,. but you're talking to no one.
Lyrics: d. robin dennis. Music: ryan dennis/dan stadnicki. ©1997. . Yo skid, ya you, down on the row. What ya gonna do now? where ya gonna go?. Yo skid, ya you, down on the row.
Why pretend that we don't know. CEOs are the disease. Freedom is raped by war like whore. like technology. Technology, technology of. materialism. Personal freedom only an.
Maybe we believe she was ready to go. In the morning light. Maybe you believe that she was mode of gold. In the east where you killed her. . You lead us when you need to feed us.
Day into night. Nothing changes. Nothing changes. No need to fight. Oh love. Be with me tonight. . Open up the door for me. Please just let me be. . Touch of your hair.
A look from your heart stare,. Imagine all the tear,. You took upon your fragile heel. The mirror of the hate. You filled your heart with fate. To avenge your loved long lost fears.
Please raise your child to day. The way that you were born to play. Way that we all disappear. Allowing us to shade our fears. . Pain, your every stamp.
Lyrics: d. robin dennis and ryan dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . You shut me out. Don't hear a word, I'm sayin'. Just can't understand, this crazy game you're playin'.
Lyrics: dan stadnicki & ryan dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . So close yet so distant. Fading face embrace is resistant. Words kept hidden. And the shadows dark.
Your empty walls, your empty walls. Pretentious adventures, dismissive apprehension. Don't waste your time on coffins today. When we decline from the confines of our mind.