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
Physically I resemble a vulture - too close To meaning when the world is telling me - Don't go And I can't even sell myself. The moods Of a foreigner
There's a voice on the phone Telling what had happened Some kind of confusion More like a disaster And it wondered how You were left unaffected But you
Well, morning came And it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown Now the shops they are all opening In that narrow hallway of downtown Filled with people
Love is real, it is not just in novels or the movies It is fact and it is standing here right in front of you So if you open your eyes What a sweet discovery
would do like my father has done Yes, we will never break from these chains Your life's gonna course like a history book Don't be frightened of turning the page
It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen That I bought those pills, I thought I would need And I wrote a letter to my family, said it's not
I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house and though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out you are the roots that sleep
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
I'm sending him a 4 page letter and I enclosed it with a kiss And when I write him he better, get it on time I'm sending him a 4 page letter and I enclosed
The story has just begun We've only turn the page once And trust me this is such a beautiful one, baby You don't have to turn the page I read the story
I go Turn the page Here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go Turn the page There I go There I go
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
back the page) Trying to relive ev'ry moment as it came (you can't turn back the page) But it always ends the same You can't turn back the page The
back the page) Trying to relive ev'ry moment as it came (You can't turn back the page) But it always ends the same You can't turn back the page
