You can't wear a sign that says 'yours' When that ain't what you get It flows and flows away from me My love is a stream Your love is a vaudeville show
say So tonight you can't see it too clear Still I stood in line to look through their telescope Looked like a distant ship light As seen from a foggy
me And that three second rule Somethin gets dropped And still I'm the slowest damn fool Slow to realize what's really going on Slow to know in a moment
sucker back on with a string And I guess I'm pretty different now Considering I'm holding here a book Notable, but not the greatest Stolen for me by the latest In a
In order to Say thank you to you I must do it intentionally But tonight with every breath I can feel my death Sure as I can feel my knees You were my
You confused your journey With my journey You tried to nail me Like minerva to your bow But my job here Is not to deliver you But to hold a mirror Till
the truth is accessible at any time Teach myself it's never really one or the other There's a paradox in every paradigm I was just a girl in a room full
the spirit of the dead Presiding over your supposed repose Not really sleep at all Just a sleeping position and a series of suspicious sounds A clanking pipe A creaking branch The footfalls of a
is Course, then I think of my dad Who time travels mostly now Back to when he was free And holding out hope somehow Who sits all day in a line Of wheelchairs against a
from your lips With just enough slobber so it sparkles and drips The way you hang the whole room on a word Like a little stick in the beak of a bird
m gonna explode There's never been an endeavor so strange As trying to slow the blood in my veins To keep my face blank As a stone that just sank Until not a
of us reading And looking up occasionally Looking up occasionally Sunday morning You're doing your thing And I am doing mine Speaking words More a formality
quel dolce sogno che ti ha dissanguato E la tua nuova forma esistenziale Viene risucchiata da una foga di fede sanguisuga Vuoi sapere nei tuoi occhi cosa riesco a
repeter Y'a qu'a voir dans le passe Rira bien qui rira le dernier On va chanter on va rire A la chaleur des missiles On va danser on va boire A la chaleur
chant your spirit free; rush to greet truth like a dart shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones, that's not traffic roar -- that's a leopard
There comes a time in every man's life You're gonna do wrong I made a mistake girl Just let me, just let me explain I can't believe it, although I did
So tonight you can't see it too clear Still I stood in line to look through their telescope Looked like a distant ship light as seen from a foggy pier
race It doesn't matter if you win or lose a little face Knuckle down and love that race Because one bright morning The world might end with a big bang
