Well, I've heard about the joyrides and I want in. It's fair to say it's in the past, if you're kidding. And you're kidding, and you're kidding. Like a god-awful omen.
Well, I've heard about the joyrides and I want in. It's fair to say it's in the past, if you're kidding. And you're kidding, and you're kidding. Like a god-awful omen.
There's a fool in the mirror looking back across the bar. Reflections of a woman who's world just fell apart. Now the life we built together and the golden rings are gone.
I saw you in the corner. at the Jane Hotel writing down some poetry on a paper coaster. you were hiding your face under a hood, it was powdering snow, when I asked your name you gave me the look I didn't think I'd know so well today,.
Who would you tell if secrets were meant to be spilled. Like ice from the stars as they fell. Worn from the sun and the sky. If heaven sent angels to hell.
Black bird with a broken wing. Is on the side of the freeway. The preacher says "Don't worry". But he won't fly away. (oh, glory). Lights flash, sirens scream.