Sometimes I wish that you were dead. I wasn't right to let you go away. I tried to kill the pain inside. But you were always on my mind. No matter where I go or stay.
Hate, lust, soul, rage. . You're so full of hate. You're so full of lust. You're so full of soul. You're so full of rage. . Spirit of the age. Spirit of the age.
There is too much confusion. Much too much impact of obscene terror. I wonder why I'm still surfing. On this wave of obsession. Is there a reason to stay any longer.
the gentle taste of orange. a garden of fruit and flowers. is what i embrace. is what i embrace. . in ocean blue eyes. in each one's an island. i'm stranded within your love.
the gentle taste of orange. a garden of fruit and flowers. is what i embrace. is what i embrace. . in ocean blue eyes. in each one's an island. i'm stranded within your love.
So you hugged the globe. Now it's whirling too fast. I really got no hope to hang on to the past. The train has departed, the toxins have started. To accounce that none will last.
Once, we were together. Once we were one. Once we were running, we knew where we came from. We were the music, we heard the call. We were giants after the fall.
Once I was so sure. Once I was so blind. Wonder what you said. If you read my mind. . Angel in a car. Devil on a cross. Scarecrows in the fields. Jesus on the rocks.
Life's a garden. Life is king. Life is all. And everything. . Life is golden. Life is fair. Like a rainbow in your hair. Life's a once fantastic light.
Be my guard just for tonight. That is all I'm asking for. Take me under your wing. I can't make it anymore. . I am so full of fear. May you read a book to me.
I've been searchingI've been searching for so long. Now I'm chasing the shadows away. I've been trying. Yes I tried to find my way. No more crying in the make or break decade.
People buzzing around, they don't know a thing. They just a laugh and the ones in power. Are always pulling the strings. People do what they do, how much can they take.
pretty baby, don't you know, times they are a changin'. every little moment we grow up we lose control. life's a loaded gun with no directions and it keeps you on the run.
all in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide. for both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied. while little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide.