: 263 popes dead and gone and one still alive Urbi et orbi waiting for number 265 - Hallelujah 263 dead popes When god is dead and Jesus left Who could
: Love is a flame that can't be tamed And though we are its willing prey, my darling We are not the ones to blame Trust is a word all lovers know The
: Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope Hang him with a fucking rope Let's go to the Vatican, get him
: Falling on and on my knees again With my days and nights I lay All I see is as cold as emptiness An old picture fades away My solitude forever My
: I grew up in the kind of place you have to pass When traveling somewhere else My mother laughed more than she cried But when she cried Well it was
: I walk by the river's edge Skipping smooth wet stones and watching them sink I never was a fan of innocence I've got two black eyes and an empty fifth
: City lights the water as the snow forgets the sky And we're staring at the bridges just like every other night We've been watching for a miracle We
: I've seen sad dark times And I have waited for the sun to rise I've seen sad dark times And waited for rain And all I know Is whenever I am far from
: Stale sweat and cinnamon I guess she is frightened most of all Loves to fly but she's scared to fall She's got scars on the outside Says they're the
: Hotels and cigarettes And empty bars where I just sit And contemplate the things that I can't know And all I ask of you are honest words Simple truths
: I drove eleven hundred miles to find a photograph I lost It?s just a polaroid I used to keep of a girl that I once loved And sleeping leads to nightmares
: When the streetlights come on and the fireflies flicker, I am walking her home making plans. With her shoes in her hands, I am watching her dance,
: A drop in the ocean, A change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
: Forever I pray those beautiful eyes wanna fall upon me, And say, \"It's alright, 'cause I'm yours.\" I'm yours. You can change the color of your hair
: Central Park, right after dark, We are laughing, holding hands there in the grass. The summer sun, has just begun, To sing a lullabye to us, and it
: Your silly notes, your gypsy clothes are all scattered around in my head its been so long since i had a home you're the only thing that comes to mind
