in your bed Does the thought haunt your head That you're really rather small? If there's one thing I know in this life We are beggars all All you champions
It never turns array for me and you No matter how I try to see it through Get up at sunset and start again Feels like I'm trying to catch the wind You
I drug my heart with doublespeak And all my misgivings disappear It helps to keep my conscience clean The end justifies the means Still I'm always careful
There's many who'll tell you, they'll give you their love When they say, give they mean take Hang 'round just like vultures till push comes to shove Take
We talk too much, we talk in circles Till we're all spinning 'round Reaching for rings on this merry-go-round Scenery spins, we call it progress I've
your bed does the thought haunt your head that your really rather small if there's one thing I know in this life we are beggars all all you champions
Tradução: Tres veces. Mendigos.
in your bed does the thought haunt your head that your really rather small if there's one thing I know in this life we are beggars all all you champions
I drugged my heart with doublespeak And all my misgivings disappear It helps to keep my conscious clean The ends will justify the means And still I'm
It's a shame that some must go without, I was no fool to think it might be my problem. Needy hands were reaching out, I kept my spare change and my pride
We talk to much. We talk in circles Till we're all spinning 'round Reaching for reach, in this marry go round We seem respent(?) We call it progress
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride Then I get to the bottom and I see you again Yeah
(Bonus Track) All that I have are questions; So much is veiled in mystery. But you are yourself the answer- The only answer that I need. My brokenness
I am in exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I?ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror But I know, one day we?ll see face to face
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned; We are demons that hide in the mirror. But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly
It never turned out right With me and you No matter how I try To see it through *We can not salvage it and start again* Feels like trying to catch the
I woke alone, in a mansion on a hill; Across the room: a red telephone. Mouth was dry, I felt I?d been asleep for years. I turned and I discovered then
I crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down with the dawn of the world You needed sense in to stop captain to die For our sails had barley unfold