Letras:
Cross The

: We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone. I can't remember the last time I saw you. I can't remember the last time we talked. You

: This is the only voice I know. These are the only words I have. This is the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore. It's the same way

am met with arms crossed under dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief. I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue. White crosses

: I feel the ground moving under my feet, all I know is where I don?t belong. I?m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time

: I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2] He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived He slept between me and my wife in bed Oh

: Don't let them break you. Don't let them tell you who you are. Doesn't matter where you come from, you'll always have a floor to sleep on. And you

out on a kitchen cabinet. It was a televised crucifixion. Suffocation. Modern life in the western world. We were star-crossed, we were destitute. Our

rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown. To the old rugged cross

just too afraid of all this change And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt I keep making this to-do list but nothing gets crossed out Working