(I am Evan and this is my heart. I am Amy and this is my heart. I am Chris, this is my heart. I am Torq, this is my heart). . How the heart bends. And summer she sends.
Write what you know. Keep the story funny. Have a happy ending. Make the female sexy. Sing it for the people. Hope they sing along. Yeah, they're gonna love it.
Heat is a heavy head. Keeps me in my bed. Push aside the pillow. The whole room just turned yellow. . Three in the afternoon. We still haven't moved. Siren sighs echo.
True. What the man say is true. All he's been telling you. Vapor trails align at evening time. . We flew. In from the Cote D'Azur. Wearing our shades and sure.
The bar closes early on the Sabbath day. So me and my kid we hit the park to play. Then it'd start to rain so we walk home again. He asked why he was born.
Tomorrow's light hurts my eyes. Still see me with you. Loose lives. Loyal eyes. Lovers meant to. . Be okay. While we fade. Misbehave. Toxic holiday. .
The rain fell hard on the roofs that day. You telephone from far away. I see the ocean from my room. All I could say was "are you coming home soon?". .
It's hard to remember days. Mornings lost in a chronic haze. Breath is fast and the trains are slow. I barely feel it though. All day long I fantasize.
It's hard to remember days. Mornings lost in a chronic haze. Breath is fast and the trains are slow. I barely feel it though. All day long I fantasize.
"The whole of England must be searching for me. Well, sooner or later, they're going to find me.". "Never. Because, you see...they're looking for you, alright. But nobody's looking for me.".
(Going, Going, Gone). Still hooked on cellophane, hangin' round the mall and all.. Each penny numbs the pain, sends you gently for the fall. I followed you last night,.
I'm so hard for a rich girl. My heels are high, my eyes cast low. Cause I don't know how to love. I take it out on my good friends. But the worst stays in.
Les soleils couchants. Revêtent les champs. Les canaux, la ville entière. D'hyacinthe et d'or. Le monde s'endort. Dans une chaude lumière. Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté.
Just got back from the land of wrong. Cast me dreams on a fishing rod. I was tired but now I'm strong. I woke up, I rose,. I wrote this song. Back once more to entertain you.
You pull me in you take me down and what you want is what?. I love the colours of the road that lead me home to love. One, two too many times you took to trip me up,.
This is the seventh time,. And I've got seven reasons.. And almost everytime,. It ends up with you leaving.. Just give it one more chance,. It's all about the truth..