We sing together out of key. Although we try it seems we just can't find our harmony. We just don't fit each other's frequencies. That makes you out of reach.
I was confused. I couldnt seem to come through. I have a lot on my mind. and not enough time to think things through. and if only I could go. back in time to fix things with you.
Born out of nothingness, defined by beauty and patience.. A tortured existence which leaves behind no answers.. Destined to suffer the struggle, cursed to be one of them, to be both of them..
Once confined, now discovered your own. Way to cope without being alone. If you've found yourself lost, you must know. What it feels like to be home. And there's no need to think anymore.
So long, well, it's sad to say. But you're only fooling yourself. So long, I'm glad you're happy that way. But you're only fooling yourself. . I saw you walk down the street.
Oh, oh I feel fine,. Here with you, having a real good time. Oh, oh you're so good,. Nice to me just like a lover should. . All I need's a bit of you, ouuh.
Stay close to us and look at the decadent world. Follow us in this unknown who scares you. Find the answers you didn't dare to find. Forget all prejudices, erase all their lies.
From his darkest desires. From hate caused by his suffering. From his horde of faithfuls in trance. From his thirst of blood and death. Will be born a storm of torpor.
Lead vocal: the flying pickets. . Well it's funny you should say that. It's a most peculiar thing. Yes it's funny you should say that. . I was talking to a man.
Lead vocal: eric woolfson. . I was alone in my room feeling sorry for myself.. Call me a prophet of doom, I could think of nothing else.. I found a freudian book gathering dust upon my shelf..
We've come so far to hear the words of hope and consolation. With no star to guide us through the night. Through many realms of fantasy we wander and we roam.
Instrumental. Written by ian bairnson. . Guitars: ian bairnson. Drum programming: stuart elliott. Bass: ian bairnson. Keyboards: richard cottle, ian bairnson.
What's the use of worrying if we'll be here tomorrow. All we need to be is here today. Don't care if you're rich or if you have to beg and borrow. You can always find a way.
VALJEAN:. Now you are here. again beside me. now i can die in peace. for now my life is blessed. . COSSETTE:. you will live, papa. you're going to live.
Oh oh oh oh-oh. Oh oh oh oh-oh. . See what ya like?. I'll do ya right. I'll be your man, just don't put up a fight. Dollars, not sense, will buy this guy tonight.
Scott is huge. He'll make your ass ache. He'll make you listen. To Lawnmower Deth. . He's getting out his Sodom lps. Your ass is hurt. He'll make you suck.
Your kids are gonna fry like bacon. (Baby mummies). No, you understand me fine!. (Ancient Slavonics). Read this back to me,. I'll give you a straight A..
The Christian science fund is why. One in three people in Africa have AIDS. Help fund queer missionary workers'. Paedophilia rape vacations. . Fuckin' the slaves of God's charity.