emptiness Closer and closer again I feel it happening Holding fast to the hands of grace I know youre stronger inside, stronger than me Hope walks backwards My thoughts in reverse
And I tried to be true But you're against me Who are you? Now I really can't understand What has happened in your head I live in a reverse universe It
Losing faith day after day thinking of what the wise man said to me I'm too shy to tell the truth better turn to another page And in the night, my darkened
Million things to say, million brains to waste million my mistakes, million things never change millions make you talk, millions make you walk millions
Rush! Throw your last ace don't stare at his face, tonight! he'll crush you, he'll rape you Go! don't trust at his smiles don't enjoy for his lies,
Toys left on the shelf the pillow on the floor a squeak comes from the door believe me, please ignore this image in your mind just leave your grief behind
Crawling through the path, trying to win this wrath I can see things unreal here trying to find a real sense to my life all I see in front of me is black
't far, beware of this game it seems nice, seems cool, it's your favourite pie it's alright, it's okay, it relieves your pain Reverse your pain into hate Reverse
He thinks he sits on top of the world all he wants is a piece of your soul now controls your system of life beware of the rules that'll cut like a knife
My angel is leaving me I'm ready to fall heat now is haunting me to annihilate my soul The flames are growing just 'cause of you the ground is burning
I'm in mood for breaking some rules I'm in shape for beating my ghosts I will bend but never will break living in the maximum level of pain Part of
Five gears in reverse For girls looking for the big lift Somebody send out for the night nurse Please don't stick me on the late shift If you don't know
(Toussaint) The touch of your lips next to mine Gets me excited makes me feel fine The touch of your hand Your sweet hello The fire inside you When
(Bird, Costello, Toussaint) Not a soul was stirring Not a bird was singing, at least not within my hearing I was five minutes past caring Standing in
(Costello, Toussaint) There's a place Where words mean nothing or much less Such a disgrace We got to get out of this mess Coming in under the cover
(Toussaint) Freedom for the stallion Freedom for the mare and her colt Freedom for the baby child Who has not grown old enough to vote. Lord, have mercy
(Costello, Toussaint) The streets were deserted and the house was dark Down in the basement there was the faintest spark Three boys hoping to make their