Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon
I buckle and rosed As God and the rest(wrist) How mere riches be A war or we lose Close into symbols A fly drinks the ignitions(indications) They turn
I buckle and rose as God and the rest How mere riches be a war or we lose Close into symbols a fly drinks ignitions They turn infant's breath my milk
"Der Mai ist mit allen KrA¤ften gekommen, die Blumen spriessen, die VA¶gel singen. Es ist wie im Himmelreich. Was ist da schA¶ner als eine liebliche Frau
Where have all the good men gone And where are all the Gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon
Lung of love leaves me breathless Tongue of fool lap me in enmity Four walled secret lies among the Hessian And flicker of the future could've saved the
Sometimes I like to get away From this maddening shroud Sometimes I love, you know, it's all insane Maybe it's time for me to pack it in Maybe it's time
I don't know where to start Say I'm tired or throw a party These cucumber eyes are lying The more that I smile about it And all of my clothes feel Like
Drink up baby down Are you in or are you out? Leave your things behind 'Cause it's all going off without you Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy
If this is a question Is maybe, a lie? If yes doesn't mean it Does when lessen why You are held in a cue Someone will be with you shortly Say I'm wrong
Pay close attention Don't listen to me from now George will be flying this one And it's anyone's guess how he does it This is my turn wrong universe
How did you get this number? I can't get my head 'round you Of course you're not coming over Snap out of it You're not making any sense You couldn't
Sunbeam, stop tugging me Pull that door shut, quietly Darling, what are you doing? We don't have time for this Crazy, what are you then? Give me an hour
I join the queue on your answer phone And all I am is holding breath Just pick up I know you're there Can't you hear? I'm not myself Well, go ahead and
Well painted passion, you rightly suspect Impersonation, the dumbing down of love Jaded in anger, love underwhelms you No box of chocolates, whichever
What's that you're saying there Oh well Rain rushing window pain Oh well Can't see what space i'm in Oh well But i'm safe inside me here Oh well
I read you and God, I'm good at it, I'm so spot on Chord shapes in air go press that dissonance if you dare And you breathing in finesse an innocent From
Is this a feeling of something about to happen? Like snapping out of something I didn't realize I was in Was I sleeping? What? How can you be so sure
