Wait for our moon. Covered in ribbon so I can. Present it to you. . Friend of a friend. They mentioned you and me. I'm lost in you. . Princess in a white dress.
Son ya las ocho.. El ruido en mi calle es infernal. perforan la acera. por cuarta vez por quinta ya.. Son como hormigas.. Que buscan comida sin cesar..
[A. y C. de Castro-J. L. Campuzano]. . Suelo concebir. el satnico plan. de tocar mi guitarra. a volumen brutal.. Inexorablemente. la gente de ciencias.
Did You see that I was hurt?. Did You know that You had left me crying there?. Now Im holding all Your words. Close till You feel this pain too, yeah.
My hands hold safely to my dreams. Clutching tightly not one has fallen. So many years I've shaped each one. Reflecting my heart, showing who I am. . Now you're asking me to show.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. . Well, I spent my life dreaming super dreams. But I hate to wake 'cause then I see. That I'm nothing more than a dreamer.
Hope is getting through this night. And life is not dying in this fight. Begging You to deliver me. Confused why You won't take this pain from me. . My steps never felt so hard.
I am the comfortable secure. The definition of this western world. And I have perfected deceit. Even I believe I am above saving. And Ill never let You see.
The tension is thick in the air making it hard to see. The fear of what is to come and what will become of me. I say a prayer, help me not run away. Will You please hold me?.
She couldn't take one more day. Home was more her prison now. Independence called out. She had to get it. . A fight was all she needed. To give her reason.
Another lonely night. Surrounded by breathing. I called him dynamite (liar). Shot and sleeping, he believes me. . You boys are all talk. Sexually nowhere.
Late at night I used to sit. Alone, for one last cigarette. Brooding over what's to come. What in God's name have we done?. Missiles springing up like weeds.
Survival is not guaranteed in strange, tumultuous times. When the quest of our humanity strays from the narrow line. The cause of world insanities rests deeply on the few.
Turned on my radio, to listen for awhile. But the junk they play gets worse every day. Flipped on the tv, hoping for a smile. Until I felt my brain begin to decay.
Timeless, on the edge of any city. A field of weathered stones. Watching, all alone. Marks the fitful resting place. Of silent, stirring bones. Some that pass before us.
A decree went out from Caesar. Let the people be numbered. Each in the town of his birth. Let the people obey. A young couple came. To the city of David.
Where's the lady and the time I used to know. I think that I've been on the road too long. Scenes of better days are pictured in my head. And haunting me those old familiar songs.
I feel sorry for the soldier who is shot and stoned in anger. I feel sorry for his wife and child at home. I feel sorry for the bomber who all life and limb dishonours.
I woke up to a feeling, it was cold by my side. You had gone with the sunrise, leaving tears in my eyes. I got up with a feeling of an emptiness inside.
Super mean machine. Taking over all the kids you've ever seen. Locked into the screen. Jabbing at the buttons like they're in a dream. . Don't want a mega drive.