Is it your fear of losing That makes you go further What makes me wonder friend Is how you get away with your lies 'Cause maybe you have noticed That
So you ask for my opinion well what is there to say To be honest and just foolish won?t make you want to stay You?ve got to go on and get moving and I
With the first light and the little fragile moon I was out on the porch now I'm ready for doom And it's funny how it all came to be The way you so plainly
take me out give my chair a rest and then sweep me in your bare one tonight all your guests look at me as if I were a stranger and I'm the one tonight
You go with feet bare in the snow, you raise up your head to the dead You seek of such magical things and nobody knows where you've been In the light
Let's make a list of things which you were. You were young like the picture still painting in their heads. You were as good as can be expected among
It's a little late for the contingency plan. Running down the corridors, I should have planned for this before. Now that everyone's passed on the situation
please be aware in dead forest take your hood dyed in red trees are weird in dead forest wolves may be around (pling plong pling pling plong!) trees
fake real come on take your place and come out you've built a wall fake real somethings around me keep me close you're way too far fake real come on
Always something sneaking up behind me. Always someone installing doubt within me. Never answers speaking gently to me. Always questions yelling loudly
Stick your finger in the electric socket and something good will come of it. It's in the electric socket where we find ourselves. In this short-lived
Two hands in pockets full with boastful shelter. And paying rent two fold for presentation and billboards. I say rent because you pay but you don't own
There's a city, on the top of the mountains, I used to go there as a child. And there's a forgotten forest there, full of those drunken trees. They look
I see the animals run past me You know me better than the wind Let me open the door for you You might see the sun Your little mama and your papa They'
I've located a tangible hell on earth. And it's by no means a point to put a pin through. But a distance which could be called something else if you were
a looking glass remains buried beyond the five fingers of a hand which acts as the self confidence dictates. in adolescence adolescents must paint themselves
Another buisness trip Another reason to stay away You're coming home on monday, smelling Tangerine They say that I should leave you Yeah, go and find
Maybe if you push on across the page the pen that you're pushing will start to work. And you push it like narcotics. But a pusher wouldn't call his product