left a scar on you Like all the burning hoops of fire That you and I passed through You're a bluebird on a telegraph line I hope you're happy now
I'm behind. Write your words on a scrap of paper, Tiny time you on my little finger Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight. For this
dead if you don't it?s the age of youthfulness I have a feeling, at the bottom of this glass Everything will pass, at least not for us So sing it loud
Whatever that means. And there's a light on and no-one?s home, Tell me did you leave the light on? There's a light on and no-one is home, Tell me did
: I've got a bone to pick with this So come on, just say it If there's a reason to be believed, Then no-one is hurt. The pain that it caused, deeper
everyone they meet until we?re singing the same damned song I have blood on the brain I see red like a snake Clearing way for the armies of out demise
: There?s a point to make That sometimes goes unheard Like the blood in your veins You often forget What we are is a species on the brink Who?ll be
black lines crossed across The sweep of the bridge. A man along the edge, Drops away his pain. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for
and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide
isn't getting any better I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES (the look in your eyes) YOU WANT TO SEE A PRETTY FACE? There isn't anything wrong with giving up And for
me I'm dying here in front of you Please someone help me I'm dying here in front of you With a hundred thousand lights Timing as everything will With a
your life Your new best friends, your confidence And I'll be here when you get home Sitting halfway, away from nowhere Praying for our lips to touch Holding myself for a
: The days I've felt alone And the sea, it brings me back again So that I can see my wife And I can see my child Home, I'm home, it never changes Same
: Dear friends of this academy Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death.. To see a friend bleed to death What for, some kind of metaphor That I can't see.. So
To really go somewhere, that you can't My love is exploitation Not a passing celebration And I don't want to feel Like a part of history Gonna turn
can't come out to play. I never listened to a word you never said. I never listened to a word you never said. Wasting the hours now, We're all suckers for
me I will never end up like them Tell me who will be left to save us When we can't even save ourselves [x2] A shell of a man Bled of every sentiment
me want to scream The engine runs harder than your lies never could Than your lies ever could Just to mark these words What price do we pay for something
