We were strangers. We were strangers. Away too long. Away too long. . We were violent strangers. Away too long, violent. Get weak all the time. We just passed the time.
When you're looking at life,. In a strange new room,. Maybe drowning soon,. Is this the start of it all?. Turn on your TV,. Turn down your pulse,. Turn away from it all,.
I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand. Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?. New sensations barely interest me for another day.
.Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders. Here are the young men, well, where have they been?. We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber.
This is the room, the start of it all,. No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall,. I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain,. And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained..
A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia. The sound from broken homes, we used to always meet here. As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms. Some things I have to do, but I don't mean you harm.
This is why events unnerve me,. They find it all, a different story,. Notice whom for wheels are turning,. Turn again and turn towards this time,. All she ask's the strength to hold me,.
Forced by the pressure. The territories marked. No longer the pleasure. Oh, I've since lost the heart. . Corrupted from memory. No longer the power. It's creeping up slowly.
Asylums with doors open wide. Where people had paid to see inside. For entertainment they watch his body twist. Behind his eyes he says I still exist.
A legacy so far removed,. one day will be improved.. eternal rights we left behind,. we were the better kind.. two the same, set free too,. i always looked to you,.
So this is permanence - love's shattered pride. What once was innocence, turned on its side. Grey cloud hangs over me - marks every move. Deep in the memory, what once was love.
Procession moves on, the shouting is over. Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables. Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Radio, live transmission.. Radio, live transmission.. . Listen to the silence, let it ring on.. Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.. We would have a fine time living in the night,.
In fear every day, every evening,. He calls her aloud from above,. Carefully watched for a reason,. Painstaking devotion and love,. Surrendered to self preservation,.
Walk in silence,. Don't walk away, in silence.. See the danger,. Always danger,. Endless talking,. Life rebuilding,. Don't walk away.. . Walk in silence,.
(Curtis/Hook/Morris/Sumner). . When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low. And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow. And we're changing our ways, taking different roads.
(Billy Sherrill, Jenny Strickland, Carmol Taylor). . (man speaks):. Dearly beloved, we are gathered together,. In the presence of God, and these witnesses,.
I walked through city limits. Someone took me in to do it. Attracted by some force within. It had to close my eyes to get close to it. . Around the corner where prophet lay.
Every evening, everyday. Calling for love that's from above. Everyone wanting it for real. Mistaking devotion and love. . Isolation, isolation. Isolation, isolation.
So this is permanent, love's shackled cry. What once was innocent turned on it's side. A cloud hangs over me marks every move. Deep in the memory, what once was love.