i turn black i turn stars i turn you and i can wait around
I lie here on the shore. I look in all directions. I'm staring in the blue. I see my life's reflections. I'm so far away from the tainted shore. I've
how do we get back away from the grind that gives no slack to the frames the ones we filtered first which widened our eyes through their colors shapes
Dark skies settle down, Move back and fade away. Oh. Baby take my hand, Take me to a yesterday. I see a little girl Running in an open park, Tears driven
Something react with a shake and a bang to resurrect A deadbeat rhythm of a slant and a pose Of chivalry that's far front its best. So over-rated, so
I'm sick of standing with my hands in my pockets, I'm coming in. Been broke down, choked out, not speaking, not breathing in. Are we gonna fix it? When
we are proud to get away some time to think alone mixed feelings about the whole thing should you come back i don't know today it was so hard being alone
i've seen the dead end street and i've seen the hatred they bring i've dropped my jaw and lived screaming no until i saw it did no good but i couldn't
i know the sink, and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me?" and i know what it's like to want to end it all. driving home between the lines
2:30 is lucky its late i'm still thirsty the band is still playing we're amped and still waiting lots of talk lots of plans lots of everything (still
scrape the bottom of the can i was hoping but it's not enough staring at the walls and breathing in i wish that i could live on air and music i never
the rain is falling and my eyes are getting tired i hope i think to dream before i fall asleep i need to know who dies when we grow who pains when we
Just like this once when I was just like a door open to anything open to restless nights. It feels the same like i'm burning for the flame, the fire in
let's electrocute send ourselves in constant airwaves ringing out from voice to ear to free ourselves from...there's an army charged, ready, armed to
Gangparty [Stubbs/Hammond] One man's bet is another man's debt One woman's love is another woman's violence One woman's style is anothers chance to
If she only knew, how much I cared And was aware, of all the changes She was going through. They could've been tended to, If only she'd given us half