I only feel a chill. Whenever I come out from my shell. I only feel a chill. Whenever I come out from my shell. . I'd surely lie if I said that I was sure.
I'm not down to keep up. Trying to keep up. One slip up. Up on our way. I'm so tired of taking. Of taking it. One slip up. Up on our way. . I don't buy it.
morality strikes, put your mind to the scale if you're willing. you know just where you stand. there's a fine line from faith to corruption. we grow up hating others' perceptions.
alone in your escape alleviate this sequence. utilize the option to disregard. 26 inches provoke destruction, power on kiss your refuge good-bye. . it came to me that monday morning the visual display.
The temptation of desire. The worst of many flaws. And I was beckoned by an angel. Or what I presumed to be. . Her touch concluded me. . My stomach turns as I embrace.
Looks like you're running on empty,. But your tank is full. Fire those pistons up. Don't play dumb with me. Not confined to one option,. Why be headstrong?.
It's always he said she said. I don't wanna listen to your bullshit, anymore. The things you say imbed plastic images. I'm trying but it's hard to ignore.
[My bed sheets, feel empty. When your, not home. Your heart beat, helps me sleep. Your breath, soothes my soul]. . Baby you're [all]. Baby you're [all].
you say left when i see right. then you keep talking words. and your tears fall down. everytime we take some little breaks. to make it alright. you told me oh.
A city freeze, get on your knees. Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought, you're down and out. See your trousers don't taper. . Saddle up, kick your feet.
Are you ready? Ready to cry. Are you ready? Ready to cry. This is the saddest story we all know why. So cry cry cry. . Are you ready? Ready to leave. This life we love.
I had a little book. Was given to me. And every page. Spoke of liberty. . All my trials, Lord. Soon be over. . There is a tree. In paradise. And the pilgrims call it.
It's hard to believe it's all over. Left at the side of the road. A world of work, and a life itself. What does it all mean now that it's gone. with no way to return.
This is not about me. It's all these fading arms that we leave. While we hide in the dark. As it brightens up. All of the patterns of our grieve. But I'm not about to leave.
What can only be here. To get to?. I grew up in a town much different than this one. With a language upside down. . So we can't talk about it. You try your best to stay awake.
The world from which we came. Will be gone one day. And with it all the memories. And the works of man. All our efforts spent. On spinning rock and water.
Why must I leave this day behind?. I never knew that someone could be so kind. And you were, yes, you were. . Last night when we walked underneath the stars.
I wanna do away with Mondays. And make today the 4th of July. I wanna set up my place under the sky. I wanna great big black horse. That I can ride into town.
I wanna do away with Mondays. And make today the 4th of July. I wanna set up my place under the sky. I wanna great big black horse. That I can ride into town.