and how come you know better than me that this is not love. No, this is not love. Empty drugstore postcards freeze sunburst images of summers gone
: (J. Baez) Tell me when you see them Gathered at the shore Dancing on their broken chains Ah, the ladies are no more In their blue jeans and their
of safe Messiahs, A failure of the Modern Man, To the centre of all life's desires, As a whole not an also ran. Love in a hollow field, Break the image
enough From Desolation Row Across the street They've nailed the curtains They're getting ready For the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image
I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable Leavin me the cash amount, that's quite sizable Rich in that english that's broke as hell That's
From Desolation Row. Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera In a perfect image of
enough From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image
to me. I can't help it if I'm lucky. People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images
just an image in the air In dreams I think of you I don't know what to do with myself Time has let me down She brings broken dreams, fallen stars, the
open mind, Possessing and caressing me. Jai Guru De Va Om Nothing?s gonna change my world Nothing?s gonna change my world. Images of broken light
And my sacrifice is that aren't me! (Chorus) My heart is broken, ripped open. I can't shield my eyes from the truth. My heart was broken, stitched shut
words. Could you paint a picture of us that works. An emphasis on function rather than design. Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back