Woorden:
Kantelen

Follow lead point to my head We got Dresden solid dead I ain't gonna stand, leaking from my hand Don't like the front of me on a mand Be still the messagly

We all find ourselves In honor of the good cause How empty we've become With our sight to be the true force Does every instinct say you're right? I think

Ever since the day you were we born You've been tipping the scales On your own you try to pull them back You always fail Incrimination set by adding

In the darkness I will shine Cast no shadows or define Walk on water, float on air There is no other to compare I have this fascination, no cause for

I must be out of my mind as I hear you call My name is even though I can't see you anywhere Surely this feeling is coming from something Someone gave

Sunday evening down the penny arcade I see your face in the pinball game Put in a quarter and it starts to fade Tell myself it won't appear again But

(Thomas) I know you, I know your ways, And yes, I hear the things you say, But what you say and what you do Are worlds apart, when you go... Tilting at

addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter = your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got = you penciled

One laydown machine burned a road, right through the prairie, stream of = boiling ash painted up with perfect lines, discount labor packing each = lane