Now I'm just spacing out again. If I try hard enough, I'll pretend. That I'm flying above some trees. And they're smiling and waving at me. . With the clouds on my back, I can see.
The curtain thins. Violins announce the score is over. The symphony clears the folded chairs. And walk towards the snack bar. And I forgot what the libretto was all about.
Maybe tonight well get back together. Sound the alarms and break all the levers. These streets are ours, our anthem rings. Youd know the truth if these walls could sing.
Here we go. While cops bust glocks and call cars; God calls the Amba-ss-adors. 2 Corinthians 5: 20; we get up (it's a lot of us out here). . (Verse 1).
I'm all alone and hanging by leather. With a loaded gun pointed at your head. I'm choking inches from climax. There's nothing for us to fear naked and bleeding.
Lose me, do you see me?. Round and round once more. I do adore you. . Are you beneath me? I see you. Release me, pain's a bore. But you live inside me.