The first thing that I do. When I turn myself to bed. Is pray that I will wake up. An' sleep enters my head. Though I'm not afraid of dyin'. I'm proud of all we've done.
What was the point today. It didn't seem to have one. And I could wear anything. And I could be anything. . Tonight I don't wanna feel wonderful. Tonight I don't wanna feel bad.
I've got the same Kandinsky prints that my brother got. With the same black frames, like he bought. In between them, on the wall is something my girlfriend calls Trashy.
Mi hijo,. I know she make you psycho. Add to that, my son,. We all believe - she's freaky freaky. . Out of the mouth of a child:. . (Chorus). I am alive.
Who am I to say what I believe. Is the way things should be?. What am I to think what I've got. Is what everyone wants?. . So what makes you so perfect, man?.
Crawl to the window. Whisper to me if it snowed. We? ll plot to murder each other. And I'll be your alibi.. . Bind me with wire. Tell me your favorite vice.
If you lead the way. I will follow. Although it's not the way. I would go. . They said don't take it. Well, I won't. They said don't fake it. Well, I won't.
"I fear I can't go on", she said. "I think I would be better dead". She knelt, she cried and I held her head. I thought I knew what she was feelin'. .
If I woke up one morning with my memory gone. I'd pick out some clothes and I'd put 'em on. And I'd walk down the street, and find a cafe. And I'd order a Guinness, and I'd sit there all day.
Everything just right, sugar and old spice. Under the thumb for the last time now. He exits his old cell. There's a priest casting old spells. . Then he takes the walk.
Souls suffer the landscape. In shrouds of dew, as ghosts. The eternity is for searching. But a certain dissension grows. . I've seen them wander. Voices raised in prayer.
yo listen up here's a story. about a little guy that lives in a blue world. and all day and all night and everything he sees. is just blue like him inside and outside.
What do you do for fun?. Will take it out on number one. Your time is over, your time has come. Will flip her over man, she is done. . Flip her over. Flip her over.
You say that we've got nothing in common. No common ground to start from and we're falling apart. You'll say the world has come between us. Our lives have come between us still I know you just don't care.
It's a waiting game you play. Still you think that you can win. So you play on. You play on, play on. . And the rush hour weaves you home. In another day you will break.
It wouldn't be so hard to sleep at night. If I could make a day without a fight. . I really think the world would be impressed. If it were equally as blessed.