eating fleas Running naked in the breeze Catatonia itch Catalonia stitch Oh, I've been running for miles I start to tingle from my head to my toes Oh, tomorrow
I know that someday as the light Blur on my soul will switch off. You'll never know how much does your Gaze means for me Touch of your hand. The whisper
one we're on won't work Just string them up Prepare for the final stand Who will fall tomorrow ? Millions more will follow Prepare for the final stand
don't be scared you won't drown I'll hold you in my arms when the rivers rise Lay my heart besides your soul Don't let the tears blur the vision in your
it strange To watch you run For the shelter of storms For the shelter of storms Now where are you out in the world Searching for a little grace Searching for
doom, for her groom She's paralyzing Hers to feast when deceased Her trap surrounds me They won't stay open, my eyes The vision's beginning to blur
thinkin' that you can't go on like this Headed for a break down You keep sayin' thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I can't live Thanks for tomorrow, 'cause
I just died. I hear you're leaving that guy tomorrow I just can't care anymore You're just a blur, a memory, a chapter one, that's all for me And I'm
are all gone Today's become tomorrow I can see the pink of dawn Oh, I'm getting tired, I'm oh so tired I think it's time to retire Time for bed To rest
rising early the night has taken the sky sometimes, if only it could be once more, tomorrow this time, if only just for me awhile, tomorrow remembering
a path of nowhere So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say: A forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day.. A forty ounce for breakfast
fuck You're just my girl to touch Of course it's natural to fall in love But love is for people with hearts Not for the kids just brushing up on their
mine blurs my vision so i'll meet you in the middle forsaking the facade we've been faking I know that you're not scared of chances of unseen tomorrows
it strange To watch you run For the shelter of storms For the shelter of storms. Now where are you out in the world Searching for a little grace Searching for
before I sleep But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows for one hour of this night Atlanta's a distant memory Montgomery a recent blur Tulsa burns
if you let it I dreaded being a drunk, cause I'd rather be a punk or genius And that in my jeans it's a craft tho, a copout for that stuff Back into life for
I?ve been dreaming such a long time And I?ve been waiting for the sunshine But all my friends they say I?m getting by with sleeping in They say I?m sleeping