You know that I would love to see you next year I hope that I am still alive next year You magnify the way I think about myself before you came I rarely
Night falls and towns become circuit boards We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares And all
How many words did you come up with today? How many words do you want to hear tonight? You flare up but beneath lies defeat. I see your eyes now and
I sleep with my hands across my chest, And I dream of you with someone else, I feed my body with things that I don't need, Until I sink to the bottom
Well that's enough I can't take anymore, I'm right out of vision I'm right out of hope, You set me up to just knock me down, What's on your conscience
We got found out now I can't see you anymore, And I don't want to hear your voice again, Now I don't know what I can do with all these words, I've hidden
You've been, with me A year, to the day 365 days Watching me decay We used to talk about girls who play guitars We used to talk about plans in tiny
We met at an opening A very good place to start I threw my body into my actions You weren't exactly shy You lent me your coat for the soft spring rain
I rewrite my life beneath the moonlight, Please hold me now till my breath runs out, There are many things that I am not, But there's one thing that
I know the night has reached that stage again, Were I never wanna see my home, I know that you'll provide the brains, But who'll provide the brawn, And
You write a list of things to do To occupy your time that you could use But in my mind it's never final And when you sleep I try not to wake you as I
Thinking clearly never came, As easy as it did for you, Driving this route out of town, I wish you were still around, And in the dead of night I always
Let's go back to your house And finish off the gin In your dishevelled room We're gonna wash ourselve in sin Oh, it's criminal When you whisper in my
You think I want you to leave, Its not that simple to me, It all depends on the mood, Innocent thoughts are misconstrued Neither of us can make tonight
If you're gonna talk about the things I need, Then you're gonna have to find out what they are, You remind me of a time when I was boring, I recall a
I?m not a man, I?m a machine Chisel me down until I am clean I buy books, I never read And then (I?ll) tell you some more about me Beneath the concrete
Overland The desert sands are born A not too brief exchange The details somehow got relayed Neither of us were born to believe this But you made the
Parisian skies, Shadows beneath your eyes, All we have is now, And the arc of your brow You came to leave these shores, You had an inkling in your pores