I won't leave you out of my will. But I will leave you out of my mind - for now. . I won't be there to break your sweet heart. But not being there might break your sweet heart.
When I think of all the sorrow. It is hard to take a breath. People fighting one another. And I feel there's nothing left. When I feel there's nothing left.
When I think of all the sorrow. It is hard to take a breath. People fighting one another. And I feel there's nothing left. When I feel there's nothing left.
There is no hole in which to hide. There is no plane to catch. No hotel room that's warm enough. No rented room that's quiet. . A friend I've known through six degrees.
My friend,. She wants,. To be a suicide girl.. I'll take her picture,. For the whole wide world.. I've known her for a long time,. You could say that I'm a fan,.
She called me up today. Meet me down at the old cafe. I jumped into the shower. I was getting my marching orders. . We need to talk. Step into my office, baby.
There's a portrait. In a back room,. Which i keep for days upon, which i relent. And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some. Imaginary friend..
Now I'm in a band, people try to make me do things. Kiss arses and pay tribute. But I'm inclined today to do those things anyway. And I don't care who hears it.
Love and pain and sorrow. Keep the band together. . She was like my soulmate. Whispered in my ear. . Love was playing music. It was all we wanted. . Making plastic records.
Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world. I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl. How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?.
Something set me thinking,. when i opened up my eyes. that there was nothing there to tell me. i'd been listening to lies.. But in silence there is truth.
You know my wandering days are over. Does that mean that I'm getting boring?. You tell me. I'm tired of listening to myself now. I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them.
It came my way on a lonesome day. The long black scarf took my possession. Valentino's own, passed down from the throne. With powers to use with discretion.
What a waste I could have been your lover. What a waste I could have been your friend. Perfect love is like the blossom that fades so quick. When it's blowing up a storm in may.
You work in the village shop. Putting a poster up. Dreaming of anything, dreaming of the time. When you are free from all the trouble you're in. . In the mud, on your knees.
Here I stand, my angel. With a three quartz broken heart. You said the grass was greener. You knew that from the start. It's the last trip to my baby's arms tonight.
I don't love anyone. You're not listening. You're playing with something. You're playing with yourself. . I don't love anyone. You're not listening even now.
Make me dance, I want to surrender. Your familiar arms I remember. We've been going transcontinental. Got no car, we just take a rental. . But we don't have the money.
Make me dance, I want to surrender. Your familiar arms, I remember. We've been going transcontinental. Got no car, we just take a rental. . But we don't have the money.
I saw you around. When you were young and free. How did I know. Try but I can't remember. How it began (back in the day). Was there a plan? (follow my way).