around down the stairs. wood cracks beneath my feet, my hand slips across the rail collecting dust on my finger tips. I came into a dark room the smell
go A sign, written by these tear stained eyes I go do go blurred were my eyelines, hindering... -to touch omnio so let me belong, eat me raw, stick me empty
to go A sign, written by these tear stained eyes I go do go blurred were my eyelines, hindering... -to touch omnio let me belong, eat me raw, suck me empty
me i got my own brand of company i got da da da inside my head and i play songs back to back until i got to bed wake up by myself inside an empty room
you" "All right, doctor, I'm going" Of course it was cold and far walk to rooming house A shabby street, room on the top floor "These stairs," coughed
in the mists of the morning The snakes and the spiders were sadly performing The bark of the dogs kept up the warning Inside the wood. Sweating and swearing
to be quick with the proceedure look around in my suspitions get the guts 'cause i make my mind feel like its what i deserve in the car on and empty
you." "All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk, rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor. "These stairs," coughed
It's cold in the living room on Linden Wood It's quiet 'round the table tonight It's half empty in this house and this half don't know what to do Wesley
and pure strength I am waiting My soul is empty there are many rooms to be filled with my majestic masters strength now, as I watch the woods in the
chained up alone, in this cold empty cage. Looking down the hallway, waiting for a stir. And to my surprise, such an instance occurs. A family in the room
I think about it all the time But don?t know what to say When the room is cold and empty And you look at me that way Should I sing about the babies playing
stuff Finally, I see why, I suppose... Kid, you better change your feathers cause you'll never fly with those things... In These Nights... The boy sings - "Hello, emptiness
feel just like an empty eggshell, and My yoke is heavy My yoke is heavy My voice is a little horse galloping lost through the woods calling your name
every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many he put out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U. you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with
the moonlight, our wedding house shone I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed The room was dark, our bed was empty
(Kerry Livgren) On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky, The slumber of the earth is pure and deep From a distant wood, drifts the
reality Reality's when we die Mighty Lord of the woods have mercy with me Remember how little we are Screams in an empty room - screams of pain and