It's 1: 25 a.m. i think i've seen that look somewhere before. 1: 25 a.m. i thought that you were headed for the door. then something touched my skin. i won't ask you to leave here any more.
First time I saw you. back in 1982. an L.A. bar I've come so far. in my Kansas dancin shoes. I'm just a singer and I'm lookin for a song. do you want to sing along?.
all we can really do. is love one another. all we can really do. is love one another. all we can really do. . is love one another. all we can really do.
All there is. Is atoms and space. Everything else. Is illusion. . All there is. Is atoms and space. Everything else. Is illusion. . All there is. Is atoms and space.
I want to find me a car. With only one headlight. A straight six Ford. On a good luck night. I want to roll down the windows. And teach you to fly. I want to give you a thrill.
She wakes up in the morning. With a pain in her jet black head. A decaf coffee in her hand. And a Marlboro red. She drives down to the office. In her Japanese car.
Sometimes I know. That it's never enough. Survival is fine. But satisfaction is rough. I try with an angel tonight. . Spread these wings. And I'm on for the ride.
It's a simple love. That holds us together. It's a simple truth. That sets us free. There's a place we're bound. And they call it forever. It's a simple love.
I am a fallen angel. I am a sacred heart. . I am awake and I am alive. Some say that I've won. Some say I survived. An angel vigilante others might proclaim.
The lies upon your lips. The anger in your hair. Nuclear fingertips. Annihilating stare. It seems wherever you go you can't help but to explode. And your demon's screaming out of control.