to say another word Never mind what's done is done Always was a lucky one Promise I will be forever yours Promise not to say another word Here forever deep beneath
tallied up And you went down Beneath it all like anybody would And I'm just ambling on in this town I can't get out and it drags me down And these words
grow How old am I?, I'm not too old to hear The sweet ring of truth and understanding When the words "I love you" reach my ear Don't mind these lines beneath
. Done makin' a mess. Not a man could concieve the weed I'm consumin' and I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human. I spit words from
Am I losing my composure? Way too much exposure to compromise I can't take on these walls They're too hard to climb These walls I can't take on these
of failing, I'll write down everything I have learned, And edit it down to a single word, Love For you I'm waiting, anticipating Sparks will fly, Beneath
Bow before, crawl beneath, Dance around my altar If you grovel long enough Someday I will let you be as pure (Thanks to amy for these lyrics)
My warm hand against your cold Palm... Words echoing in the air through You're gone... Somber is my mind, Black is the Colour I feel These completely
: Uh, uh, yeah, gangsta shit Takin my word, y'all want this They don't want none of me They don't want none of me Yeah, please believe it Rule baby,
: There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song I could sing But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made
: (feat. Paula Fuga) There is no combination of words I could put on the postcard And no song that I could sing, but I can try because this is your
return When summer burned the earth again Oh oh oh, oh oh oh.... Cultivate the freshest flower This garden ever grew Beneath these branches I once wrote such childish words
talking? You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over The firebreather is beneath the clover Beneath
head Somewhere in the back said We were just a good thing We were such a good thing Make it go away without a word But promise me you'll stay And fix these
it, no Don't mean it, don't mean it You don't mean it, you don't mean it, no (Thanks to letti for these lyrics and to omgxellie for these corrections
m in way too deep We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets She's a workin' single mom, like a saint she don't complain She never says a word
night with troubled dreams The enemy is at the gate. Beneath the thunder-blasted trees The words are ringin' off your tongue The ground is hard in times like these