You didn't tell me mister that you were fooling me. You lead me on, I took your word. And now I'm wonderin' what it is I heard. Was it the words of an angel or a devil in disguise.
What can I say what can I sing. You always knew about everything. What can I show what can I do. Is it all for me, is it all for you. Well I don't know, we'll have to see.
At the end of the Macabees'. The Jones' find their fault. At the end of the day. Don't turn around you'll have to pay. At the end of the rivers. Go find your way through every day.
All together now. One, two. All together now. One, two, we're all through (repeat).
As a matter of fact. It's the way that you act. As a matter of well (where?). It's customary. It was a real pie. I got it all in the eye. My friend Dusty she told me.
It's all goin' to the war path. I swear I must be part Indian. Ridin' to a war path. Move up the warpath. Dance of death. Run around the red fire. Thump thump thump thump.
We ain't gonna let you wash your car. Said we ain't gonna let you wash your car. It's so damn dirty you can't see too far. Take me back. Take me bones.
Hey sit back, it's easy. Well sit back, it's easy. Well sit back, and it's easy. Well sit back, and it's easy, easy, easy. Yes, once again. A-hah, sit back, and it's easy.
I wasn't making sense, ???. Some of us are making ???. Some of us ???. Caught between the lies. ???. ??? deeper blue, a lighter hue. I wish I could learn.
My my it's your ironside. Mmmmmm that's you. Oh oh you've got a lot to give. Yes yes you're true. Well, don't need a horse to hold me. Don't need no automobile.
When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town. The colors last for hours, oh. The lights come on, the night's a song. And the streets all turn to gold. . A gentle mist all heaven kissed.
It rained. I went outside. Lay down in the middle of the road. Closed tight my eyes wondering just how it would feel. To fly when I die and I. . Slowly drifted out.
If you look really close there's a rip in the sky and you. Can see the universe/. Spinning round like a pin in your hand. . Dip your fingers in paint/ go and skip up the street/ just try.
(Hans York). . What if I had met you first,. Would you be my baby?. What if I had kissed your lips. Would that have changed my fate?. What if you were right for me.
Sometimes late at night. By the candle light. All too subtly. You mood alter me and I. . I'll be drinking up the minutes as they pass. I'll be cherishing the seconds while they last.
You're sending messages transmitted in Morse Code. And I'm decoding as they beat right through your chest. Tell me again if I'm not mistaken. I'll tell you again but the words are changing.
And I hate what I've become. Childhood photographs are faded like the memories. Lost inside my head. Because I sold my soul for cheap. In exchange for empty promises.
Still in time and time to say. I don't believe my eyes. Is this the place I love to hate?. Can I explain the altered state. Of the waiting room?. Waiting room.