(pathetic) Poor unfortunate souls In pain, in need This one longing to be thinner That one wants to get the girl And do I help them? Yes, indeed Those poor unfortunate souls
of a million souls On a bold crusade, in the realm of shade What a show! behold! The dawn of a million souls Through the glowing mist, like a fog of
On a dark street, on a cold night Pizza's cooking in a storefront oven On the corner a boy is waiting The moonlight feels cold and desperate Some hidden
There was a time we had so little But we thought it was so much There was a time we had no control And we lost all touch So much emotion, so many days
This is a message to you a message to you [Chorus] I am a messenger I’m passing a message to you a messenger I’m passing along words in a song Yeah
love in all our souls and it shines like gold I heard someone say that nothing gold can stay But there's a love in all our souls and it shines like
The sounds of the city Somehow they comfort me On lonely mornings like this Is someone out there like me? Walking their own lonely street? Walking their
The sun shines brightly on a Jersey afternoon He walked in his parents footsteps on his way home from school Those ties that were so sweet, also burned
Midnight and the sound of rain Sarah's on her way again I see her smile and close her eyes Shutting off the world outside 3rd Avenue rumbles all around
I've been dreaming under unfamiliar skies and talking to strangers lossed in nights passed in disguise why am i so long? why can't i say it all in song
The hot Sunni sun passes Moaning Mosque Spire. B-company's pinned down and under heavy fire. Underneath the palms there's improvised bombs. Because Jihad
Did you intimidate her? Her mother says you wouldn't let her use the phone Or were you intoxicated past the point of knowing what was going on Better
A guitar collects dust like his heart, Soundless and still A girl collapses on her bed Writing words never read, Troubled youth spills over into Troubled
Here is wishing you the bluest skies Hoping something better comes tomorrow Hoping all the verses rhyme The very best of choruses too Follow all the
I've met some people along the way, Some of them split some of them stay, Some of them walk some walk on by, I've got a few friends I'll love till I
We can't agree on a single thing I don't know why We almost killed each other On the inside I managed to be a jerk anyway It doesn't have to be this way
I put that record on just to make a sound The rhythm hit get my movement off the ground The soundtrack of what i want to be If i want to change the
I like to rock and I love to roll, when the music's running through my soul I've got no place to go but my own private radio I met a lot of people
