cleans me out and then I can go on. There's something about this Sunday It's a most peculiar gray Strolling down the avenue That's known as A1A I was
But it cleans me out and then I can go on There's somethin' about this Sunday It's a most peculiar gray Strollin' down the avenue That's known as A1A
I came in like a loser, and laid my burden down the whole world's on my shoulders and my head just spinning round in the dream i don't remember it sends
I felt like I had been asleep and woke to find the question on my lips the longing started in my heart and worked it's way out to my fingertips returning
So you wait down at the square For the ones who say they care They'll tell you stories for boys Let you play with all their toys They pin a badge on your
Screaming in the basement Now I'm staring at the moon On the first day of the year Feeling antisocial on a monday afternoon Get on the train and disappear
Outside see the main street People crying I'm not allowed to walk home after dark Mama screams as dad jumps out the window I'm just another wasted soul
I can not not believe when you stand here before me how can you understand what is so hard to say Can't find the words to describe it cos it is getting
Well, my life is worth nothing to some While to others I am number one And it can be so hard to know When to try and when to get up and go Well, this
Mother Superior Give me a sign Hang out your clothes on my washing line Step out the shower To the record machine Looking like something in a teenage
When you're busy just surviving all the demons behind your eyes and when even the familiar seems like the devil in disguise don't let the world come down
We don?t live in the same world We don?t live in the same world I caught you looking? in my world As if you want to be my girl I think we?re dreaming
I will remember all my life moments you have frozen in time living, but no longer alive wrapped around my mind in line I don't want to stand in line.
White room -- empty, clean, and pretty modern for its time faded memories still showing in my mind the fan in me was so impressed by seeing such a scene
My hands are shaking eyes focused on you I'm only doing what I've got to do when I can't face it when I'm dead on my feet six o'clock in the morning asleep
The last time that I saw you well, I could not say a word I know it's true, I'm just like you just trying to be heard before we both agree to part there
Faces in a dream we are Bodies found in a stolen car Whispers from behind the wall A picture in a crystal ball As the incense slowly burns Cold and still
The streets I thought would once be mine Now follow me home At the bus stop, join the line You've got to let go of the dream You wanted it all so young
