(Lyrics: Stephen Shareaux. Music: Rob Grad, Mike Marquis). Over here drifting to a place in space, over here. Over there, sexual rejoice, my choice, over there.
(Lyrics: Stephen Shareaux. Music: Mike Marquis, Rob Grad). Everybody wants to ride the extra mile. We'll be trippin' at eleven o'clock on the next arrival.
The holly green, the ivy green. The prettiest picture you've ever seen. Is Christmas in Killarney. With all of the folks at home. . It's nice, you know, to kiss your beau.
(Lyrics: Stephen Shareaux, Rob Grad. Music: Rob Grad, Stephen Shareaux). Fortunate one with your new paisley vest. A different view. Always looking for some peace of mind.
Your words are shallow and dull against my skin. Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within. I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but it's okay.
The curtains closin' and nobody knows. Where shes goin', she runs into the night alone. The moon will guide her without a trace. I cant try to find her 'cause I dont know her face.
She says, I'd like you to leave. Between the cigarettes and dirty sheets. Id hate to make you watch me bleed. . Shes out of control, lying on the floor.
We are, we are, we are, we are. The kids in the way. We are, we are, we are, we are. The kids in the way. You can't hold us down. You can't hold us down.
In this place for the rebels and outlaws, away from the fortunate few.. We are the blood of the human.. Starving for moments with you, for moments with you..
A young boy chasing. His prayers upstairs. A white lie, a red light. And her thighs on his mind. . (Hey). Gotta let it. (Hey). Gotta let it. . (Hey). Gotta let it out.
There's a burning in my heart everyday. I come to you, I look to you and say. When will I become everything. That you've intended me to be. . I'm beating at my chest everyday.
The cold October air is blowing in my hair. And I'm losing everything I never thought I would. Where is that old playground? Where is that old sundown.
My knuckles have turned white from holding your hand, oh, so tight. Your hand in mine feels too right. My tongue has become tied, I'm fighting back my insides.
I've tried so hard to tell you. These things I've heard about you. In your stars. They tear you apart. . I've lied so hard to fool you. All these things come back to haunt you.
Tonight, tonight were fighting for our lives. And all we know thats right inside. The times we had when you were mine. . This is all youre hoping for.
You shut me off and turn Your back on me. But I'll be waiting outside when You leave. All that I can say is what I've said a million times before. Those words, those words will never change.
Give me one good reason why I should trust. Or see the good in both of us. When we came with love and left with lust. When we came with lies we've learnt to trust.
Take a ticket and wait in the line outside. In the sun we are nothing but food for the flies. Then they tell us that the florist easily bores. If we want we need wed better keep it short.
Shes a high fashion love assassin. Taking names and playing games is her passion. But her perfect world started coming apart. The day I broke her cold heart.
The moon is hanging low tonight. There's something different in your eyes. It's a complicated notion. Knowing when to open my mouth. And let my words flow freely.