I came around again, they say i lost my mind and you'd know that i was the hardest one to find so i'm a xenophobe, i'm a car without a mind speeding
Sometimes you're lost You find you're on your own When you look and see the life that you could live She won't let you down She will show you how to
Believe the news, I'm gone for good. Call off the search, no one will know that I'm down here Believe the note I left for you You can't turn back the
(Jimmy Webb) Went to school In Cars, in our cars, pretty girls, Cruisin' after the game, watchin' radio. Let your baby know In Cars, restaurant mobile
I didn't say 'I love you', When I had the chance, And now I lie here bleeding, I'm in an awful mess. I know it's not the right time, To become a religious
(Ba da da da dada) (ba da da da dada, da da) (ba da da da dada) (ba da da da dada, da da) What's it gonna take to wake me up From this black hole I'
Cio' che non volevi e' avvenuto gia' mentre rincorrevi la tua felicita' quello che non vedi e' una possibilita' dove c'e il silenzio non c'e nessuna
Feel the thorn that rips your soul this blocked up inspiration run away for what its worth this electronic nation to my surprise you're not running
A service provided, solemn undivided a scream and a dream, for the lost souls of this earth a generation screaming for a purpose a secret pathway from
Bliss a moments peace on earth a breathing space rebirth oxymoronic sympathy a place where i can never be bliss all beauty coming down from where beauty
Smell and taste of evelyn takes me back to school again she might be the perfect ten but i will never sleep again pulse are rasing comes to halt quicker
Face is blank, emotion free walk the highlands, walk the creed so super ultra clean there's no need to kill a dream keep your fingers in the cream so
Hold on you dont have much time find a nosebleed seat when the worlds collide cause there's something coming from outer space and i've got everything
My mind is a crater i am a screwed up masturbator
It's a temple for the worshipers of human decay she'll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies in a mud infested ravel of a fallen house
Think of me when you close your fist you're the mother of destruction and you came out well dream of me write me on the list of lovers you consumed inside
And now the cold is here again it leaves the purity unstained its bony hands will fixiate the beauty of the cleanest slate the figment of the ghost of