"Pages" What happens to a man when He spills his heart on a page and He watches words flow away then His feelings lie on the page alone There waiting
We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets. Idle now... i rearrange the furniture as you sleep. It's so appropriate... the way we amplify
your hands We turn the pages Remember the days you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages x2 Now
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads, usin' ideas as my maps We'll meet on edges, soon
sand and gravel, I pay no mind to babble, gossip and what have you. 'cause who would want to tamper with the book of rhmes pages? [pages] Whatever had
at empty pages Centered 'round the same old plot Staring at empty pages Flowing along the ages Staring at empty pages Centered 'round the same old plot Staring at empty pages
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "we'll meet on edges,
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges soon"
were good to me Now a planted memory Is a cherished story Moan about the present And arrayed the past Love is like a novel Read the blessed pages Did
in my heart We'll be close as pages in a book Never to part Your life is my life And while life beats away in my heart We'll be close as pages in a book
In her diary's black pages The stories end in dark sadness And what she never dared to say Is in her diary's black pages She's a magician, she's got
Det borjade som en lek, jag stod kvar och du gick ut Jag raknade till hundra och jag skrek - nu har det gatt en dryg minut Du fanns inte bakom tradet,
Du ar en prinsessa och du lyser Jag ar blott en groda och jag fryser Varan karlek ar en bit ur en saga Varan karlek ar nog blott for svaga Du gav till
I staden dar jag bodde forr sa fanns det en butik Den agdes av en gammal man och som barn gick jag alltid dit For bakom en dorr sa fanns dar ett hal som
Tarzan och Jane bor i djungeln ihop, grannen i nasta trad heter Djungel Jim Och nar Tarzan gar till jobb tar Jim den narmaste lian och kommer over till
En vanlig morgon (klockan ringer) Klar mig, ater frukost (mjolk o flingor) Tvattar hander, borstar tander, oppnar dorren, springer ner for trappan, ut
Jag har suttit lange och funderat Varfor inte jag mar sa bra Det ar na't som inte har fungerat Och hindrat mig ifran att bli glad Du blaste bort allt
Du behover inte leta langre nu Jag kan fa dig att kanna dig battre nu Jag vet vad du vill ha, en sak jag gor sa bra Jag ska ta och gora dig lycklig idag
