Balancing on One wounded wing Circling the edge Of the neverending The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door More than begin
You live by another set of rules A 747 just left with you And now early every morning I come to Somebody took a bite out of my bed - you Well if it
I can never place the name with the face. Don't touch me, don't touch me up, to the tee, by the numbers. It's not much but I'm going under. Liar, Liar
was to try and make a sound then I heard the call of I heard the call to screaming I don't wanna I saw the girls the new world minstrels whispering I
When John he saw the numbers he lied made up the whole thing, failed when he tried to cash in on his cautious new fame always the numbers but never the
Yes I know it was late We were greeting the sun Before long And you live with someone I live with somebody too Leave it there For safe keeping One of
It's such a dream-like view from the ceiling where every feeling is a part of he fall. Kneeling out on the front lawn, rise to occasions, grass stains
You are the daughters of sorrow And somehow I just know I'm gonna have to hang around you We walk through the world As if by starlight We've been alright
Cruising the magnetic strip I seized the ship I wanted it to be me that was with you Site unseen shot through with meaning I ran to the door, looked
as you step down from the podium, returned from the war to a hero's welcome, what's more you just had to win Blazing new trails, waving goodbye to the
Ready to roll at the first glimpse of failsafe Signing my checks with a name that's not mine Locking the hours that's spent round through the tail
Oh blast I drank the wrong draft down, two sips from your crown, the drops you left for me, am I so easily appeased? Madrigal, why didn't you come out
When the contact high from the real life adventures wear off, you find, in the tiny moments that bomb, your old files rain down from the sky And would
could be Come with me, go places And a heart will always stay one day too long Always hoping for the hot flashes to come For the glue to dry on our new
I stole a page from your book and a line from your page, and flew into a lesbian rage Cursing mine and my own rotten luck, another nude descends a staircase
water, not the first daughter so I can't see why you're wrestling with words at last, a tradition you've long outclassed Come true for the new martyrs
Look, we've seen this kind of thing before Jackie threats with cobras at the door don't live your life inside a narrow filled with glances New York City
Pinwheel spark break loose and roll where you stop nobody knows just a thought but gone down it?s been carved into a point understand turned into
