I got a faulty parachute I got a stranger's friend An exciting change in My butchers blend A symbol on the ceiling With the flick of a switch My new found
Well he's not necessarily trying to say that he minds it But someone plays evil tricks on that kid Well he's not necessarily trying to say god can't
Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in,
Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass with no ring Softer
A billion people died on the news tonight But not so many cried at the terrible sight Well mama said It's just make believe You can't believe everything
Can't you see that it's just rainin There ain't no need to go outside But baby You hardly even notice When i try to show you this Song it From doin'
O allienda bella que fa bonita bonita que ta belle Je ne comprends pas francais so you have to speak to me some other way
there's no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard no song that i could sing but i could try for your heart our dreams they are made
i hope this old train breaks down then i can take a walk around and see what there is to see time is just a melody but the people in the streets walk
the light was leaving and the west it was blue the children's laughter sayin they're skippin' just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across
it's such a tight game will it ever stop ? how will this all play out of sight out of mind now by now we should know how to communicate instead of coming
Do you remember when we first met i sure do it was some time in early september but you were lazy about it you made me wait around i was so crazy about
well you win- it's your show now so what's it gonna be? cause people will tune in- how many train wrecks do we need to see? before we lose touch of- and
A brand new baby was born yesterday just in time Papa cried baby cried said your tears are like mine I heard some words from a friend on the phone didn
I heard this old story before where the people keepa calling for the metaphors that don't leave much up to the imagination so i wanna give this imagery
when your mind is a mess so is mine i can't sleep cause it hurts when i think my thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make, chances we take
Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing You believed in superstitions Then maybe you'd see the signs The Lord knows that this world is cruel I ain't the
situation number one, it's the one that's just begun but evidently it's too late situation number two, it's the only chance for you it's controlled by