(Enuff&Ear). Fear 's the curse todays word is pressure. The worry and the strife are beyond all messure. Speed racer takin in that pressure. Pressure 's the fear, pressure 's the tear.
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air. I know I can count on you. Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care". But you've got the love I need To see me through.
Oh, ooooh, hey. I wanna be that guy who can say 'you're mine'. When were standing in the moving light. I wanna pick you out of a crowd. Shout it out so loud.
Everybody wants to be famous,. Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless,. People act shameless. Tryna live like entertainers,. Want a fat crib with the acres,.
I hold a vision that all visions are impure. The rising of the serpent The apple and the fall.. Don't trust the angels .May be devils in disguise. Don't trust the preacher. All his words don't make him wise.
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Sometimes I feel like. Throwing my hands up in the air. I know I can count on you. Sometimes I feel like saying. Lord I just don't care. You've got the love I need.
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air.. I know I can count on you.. Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord, I just don't care".. But you've got the love I need to see me through..
you joke and laugh. and put me down. spit and cuss me. with a frown. mocking things. behind my back. do we really need. all that. hating me for my belief.
my old girlfriend just went insane. disconnection in her brain. she was okay, now she's no. we're disconnected and I'm cut off. she talks and I can't follow.
Sometimes I feel like. Throwing my hands up in the air. I know I can count on you. Sometimes I feel like saying. Lord I just don't care. But you've got the love I need.
Here I am, come move me. For I am standing still. Take my hand and guide me. Closer to Your will. . Im like a cry without the tears. Just like the heart without the fears.
Planes thrust. Up thru' the pink. Northern sky. In perfect time. Heavy bright. White ships. Glide on grey waters. Stained shades of blue. Past your window.
Lve is all we need - you said. As you hold me in the confidence of your bed. Tomorrow's turned into today instead!. And I wake each morningfeeling so ashamed.
Suicide is an urban disease. Spread by peolple and places like these. A quick self destruct from the 21st floor. A smell of gas through the kitchen door.
I've been sitting here all day. trying to understand. Why people wants to rule each other. When the problem's close at hand. A little less of what you want.
What will it matter then. When the sky's not blue but blazing red. The fact that I simply love you. . When all our dreams lay deformed and dead. We'llbe two radioactive dancers.
Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me. And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance. That it wouldn't tear us apart. We'd keep our heads above the blackened water.
So these are circumstances. Leading to my sorry tale. I was in a town I didn't know. I'd arrieved there by rail. It all began a week befire -. The joys of Saturday Night -.
Walking into light. From the blank evening sky. Knackles rub away the darkness. Circling my eyes. Walking into warnth. From the cold evening air. Numb white fingers push.