[Nomadic Poet] Yo, in this labyrinth of life in spite of holding the rope, I might choke If it switched like promoting a new ackk, chokes me Producers
Well they found the body down on Brecon Beacons There were tiny tears on the cheeks of witches Well the jury's all still out About a sa And now the fear
Waking up on a Sunday I've been riding for a night or two Looking out of the window I'm so tired another drink will do I'm just living a story Like I
Tis the evening of the day See the daylight turned away Then I'm looking up at you See that everything that's true I'm a thousand miles away On another
Well we jumped all night On your trampoline When you kissed the sky Made your sister scream You ate our chips And you drank our Coke Then you showed
Well we're... ruin of fables As we drink ourselves right under the tables ... yesterday's papers and tell us that they love us and hate us ... Cos they
Well he sleeping now and lying on the floor He's never done nothing like that before And I've been stroking your cat come and give us a paw Never done
I'm lost in a cloud and I can't get out There's no other way Don't try I'm caught in a car and I can't get out I can't explain I can't drive I can't
Broke on a summer night Cracked in a room Planet is over And I can see it all I can see it all, yeah Was the funniest thing that I saw All these creatures
I can see a long way down Heaven had the time to grow Heaven had the time to grow Another fire's burned down low Lying in the afterglow Living in your
Now at last, I've seen the light Well the world lies twisted and weird It's like our minds have taken flight Pedalo rides up to the sun, oh yeah Well
What you wanna say that's in my code See you later for the rush hour soul Took it all, now I feel like god It's tripping out my soul There's something
Face, such a beautiful face, But time waits for no one, So why don't we get it on, yeah, Love, I see it in lies, It shines like the winter sun, So why
and die. Cause he's a better man then I Pray for love on other planets We can't be the only ones who have it Pray for love on other planets This ones
diot job 203 newspaper shoot their letters at me i'm alone at last with every other me guardian help me, angel shoot all you ghosts and stand by and
Well, they found the body Down on Brecon Beacons An' there were tiny tears On the cheeks of witches Well, the jury's all still out About the sad and
Wakin' up on a Sunday I've been ridin' for a night or two Lookin' out of the window I'm so tired, another drink will do I'm just livin' a story Like
It is the evening of the day See the daylight turned away Then I'm looking up at you See that everything that's true I'm a thousand miles away On another
