She wears her dress high. As high as she pulls her hat down low. She's seeking out the places. those other people can't go and hold her. . Untouched by the sea.
Dreaming comes so easily. 'Cause it's all that I've known. True love is a fairy tale. I'm damaged, so how would I know?. . I'm scared and I'm alone. I'm ashamed.
Dreaming comes so easily. 'Cause it's all that I've known. True love is a fairy tale. I'm damaged, so how would I know?. . I'm scared and I'm alone. I'm ashamed.
So you find it hard to face the cold harsh light of day. Hiding in the shadows of resentment and blame. The argument for violence over reason holds no sway.
I had a friend that took a belt, took a belt and hung himself. Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived. His woman and his little bro came home from the grocery store.
Loathsome. Glum is commonplace. Lonely. Longing for a face. Dwelling in the shadows. There's a darker side still. Once what was wide open. Is closed and unfulfilled.
.....I wish I had the choice. now you curse me-this is your will. . Some eerie force makes me act. I wish I had the choice.... . It is a voice I have to follow.
Just what lived and just what died. Is open to conjecture. The one that walked away. Can't find words to say. . In the early morning sun. Death just did a little dance.
Sad bag of cliches sitting on a timbbomb. Ask Nerys Hughes, it's a very short fuse. Go find Alfie, ask about the road rage. Odds on it's kicking off somewhere near you.
They called his name when he was 18.. He couldn't wait to go.. He knew that there was glory waiting, he knew all there was to know.. So when they called his name he joined the line..
Waste a smile, waste an afternoon. Waste a while just waiting. Watch the thief follow the aftermath. Wasting time just hanging round. . Waste an hour, watch the shadows rolling.
No reason, round again, dirty wisdom, a dirty friend. What price to answer? What price to pay?. A viscous rumor is round again. . So if you're tryin' to keep it even then the effort's wasted.
I'll dream your arms around me. Your heartbeat next to mine. A dream of love to guide me. I'll dream your hand in mine once again. . A dream to hear you calling.
I can feel you breathing down my neck. With every step I take. The voice to echo round my brain. To remind me. . How to lose it all, open up a void, how to lose it all.
Looking for an answer, tough shit there's none to give. It's gone astray, lost on the way. Looking for the choices, the sale's on every day. Bargains galore, all lost today.
Mister Wibblegibberwibblegruntwobblegibberwibble, who?. Bob, Bob, Bob. . Spends his money, takes his choice. Spends his money like an asshole. Good money, bad choice.
What an arsehole, what a fucking wanker. What a toss-pot, a toe rag, a fart in a jar. . I've been dreaming, dream that keeps recurring. Turn the corner, you're there, turns into a nightmare.
All your dreams are back where they belong. All your fears are up and running strong. The riderless always takes the race. No tears of joy for sad mistakes.
No Reason. (Kirk McLeod). . He can't believe his eyes. But with much surprise. Believes. She won't be back today. I thought I heard her say. Goodbye. .
here she comes in her purple doc martens got an earring thru her nose =. she's got chains on her leather jacket you better watch out 'cause i know =. her here she comes walking down the avenue better watch out she'll walk =.