Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love Every time you?re near I feel like I?m in heaven, feeling high I don?t want to let go, girl
Written by: Henrik Korpi/Mathias Johansson/Tom Nichols You take a sip and say you're trying hard to tell me Then there's something 'bout a right to
I guess our song is over We played our last goodbye I?m longing for your sweet love baby To help me through the night I thought I had it all I used to
What if the world we knew was over? What if the stars came tumbling down? Where would we be without tomorrow? Stranded on an island in the dark Never
telling me It's bad for my voice I'm gonna stay home tonight So I don't get hung over Get myself a takeaway And watch MTV This is not a confessional
The voice at the box had finally lost Years of frustration in a drunk night of passion And declared in confession To the nearest professional Guilt control
innocence is taken But I don't care Cause it's her world, she made me Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess She threw it all
I step on stage and I am the only one Mam and pap had an only son No.. just a man trying to freedom in truth Spill my soul in a confession book (repeats
Outside these prison walls Many voices in the streets Are shouting out my name They all wanna see me hang And die at noon today They want me to confess
I'm a part of nature's design I never chose to be this way Every mouse should know when to hide And every doggy has its day You know well my social status
I feel this cold darkness The very emptiness calls me. Follow me on my path... Come, sentence this world to death. Mortal life is nothing - compared
I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on none the less and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling
Sleep with all the lights on. You're not so happy. You're not secure. You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you're plastic just like everyone
On the way home, this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling
It is yet to be determined, but the air is thick, & my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, & I'm glad you're not a part of this, there are parts
It's just like you to contest you wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with your
This paint has been tasting of lead and their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, and it is not alone fleeing these
So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me that
