Little revolver 'round my head whispering words into your ear again Carnival vinyl comes from you waving your hands to watch your dreams come true Leave
Okay, if love is all you gave Then love is all you'll take from me this final kiss will penetrate Okay, I'll knock you down today If you turn your other
You've been the counterpart most of my life You make it feel like I'm alive You threw a souvenir under my bed, so I could fall asleep again Now there
Pianos bleed for superstars While heroes shed their wings and fall Our days of youth have come and gone So put your back where your back is strong The
This wreckage that you believe in me You could bring it back with a gentle scream 'Cos I love you, and I love you This record that spins away from me
I won't ever let you down I won't even make you sing your song I won't make you cry I won't even let you burn inside I won't ever let you go I won't
I'm torn in two, an ordinary man I count my seconds by the hand She's torn in two, her sun and moon is levitating out of sight again Over and over we
automotivation the air is getting clear and the time is getting near for us to roll gotta watch my style cause god it's almost over got a little more room
Up! I said get up! Let's go! Better watch out, now Here we come (come) And we ain't stoppin' until We see the mornin' sun (sun) So give us room to do
Mother wept for her son she wept and sang anxiously pondered fate his and her own A sun's ray, in through the eye glimmered in the room of mind changing
stayin high i'm on a note.u can smell da bong all on my clothes.man look at my eyes they bout to b closed.I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed
are Crazy Town him 'em hard like our boy Bernard Clenched fists as I pace the yeard So many tattoos I ain't got no room for scars Escaped them all maked
night i dreamt that i was you. i was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. such a pose i could simply not hold through days in a northern
fire spread And the grapevines seemed left for dead. And the northern sky, like the end of day, The end of days. A wake up call to a rancid room Sounded
do i said i'm a singer in a band she said ya i'm an entertainer reached out and took my hand she was going to a mining town way up north to do her show
97 And call my publicist, tell her “We in press heaven” No one gives a shit except Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chat room
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises
are born dying Voicing insignificance Awake with me into glacial skies As the earth below lies august Should time be meek we may drink Of oceans of ageless silence The north