Under these hands. Hide strings of light. I pull them to me. To make me feel alright. A bit of your hair. To cut through the night. A slip of the tongue.
Loneliness, plays it's wicked game with me. Maybe I'll be saved, but I have nothing to believe. With no-one in my arms, underneath a quiet sky. And nothing in my heart, a nothing symphony.
When I dropped out of high school I didn't tell a soul cause no one was supposed to know. Now I'm looking at the window sky high in the air plane traveling all across the globe.
I've been told. Rules were made to obey. Not to make me happy. And I should comply with. . I've been told. To never go beyond. Or I would be alone in the dark.
Je repense que cet t, il n'y a pas si longtemps de cela. Telle une avalanche qui dferlait quelques pas de moi. Me poursuivant de trottoir en trottoir, pour s'agripper.
Je repense que cet t, il n'y a pas si longtemps de cela. Telle une avalanche qui dferlait quelques pas de moi. Me poursuivant de trottoir en trottoir, pour s'agripper.
We measure our lives in years. But they don't mean much. Always fading away. The things we can't touch. . I didn't want you to go. I didn't want you to stay.
Y aqui estamos otra vez, bajo este anochecer,. las miradas se cruzan, quizs por ltima vez.. . Y te vas sintiendo sola! Nada queda por perder!. Y te vas sintiendo sola! Te lo juro va a doler!.
Promises of a good life. And I'm still waiting. The weather changes. Like you do. I keep looking in second hand stores. For something new. And I wanna scream.
Come on. Born to lose maybe but not through you. Not like you, thank your God, not, you're too confused. . Little one what I need ain't what you bleed.
As the first leaf hits the floor. I can barely understand. Cannot tell if you are wrong. There's no future to defend. . Good old taste of betrayal. If I ever stand the pain.
Order me around the table. To write the fable. That marks your life. It's the stone that calls the rebel. That builds the way. And crashes into the bay.
You can be the one to lie to me. And keep me up at night. And I'm the one who couldn't see. To try to make things right. . Spoken is the word, forgotten is his name.
Sal from the Valley, loved Al from the Alley. And they lived in harmony. Sally played acoustic and Al he played electric. And they both took turns on lead.
The plastic tubing leads into the front, a copper elbow joint. Tucked way in back this corduroy feels like the roof inside my mouth. . I breathe in through this offering and watch the cycle carry me.
I can't tell you anything you don't already know. And I'm really not the type to say, "I told you so.". But accidents can always happen, death is always near.
Hungry vets carrying signs to our shame. Starving homeless soldiers. And who's to blame?. Once protected our freedom and our lives. Now society has cut all ties.
When this old world starts getting me down. And people are just too much for me to face. I climb way up to the top of the stairs. And all my cares just drift right into space.
Up in the streets of Harlem, 110th and Park. That's where my baby waits for me, there in the dark. And I'm going, going, going, going, going, gonna tell her, tonight.
Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof. And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire proof. Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah.