Don't think I've been in love and don't intend to be but sitting here right now's the closest thing for me I won't be here much
Rain drums the lifeless ground Drops as cold as ice The dawn's breaking The trench are shaking The fire hits us all around and the siren cries
Come on ?Grab the bull by the horns? The old adage goes Nobody tells you where to go from there [Incomprehensible] in you Decisions have to be made The
For fear, my eyes are closed I'll shut this out no more Embrace this and I become the catalyst And now it swells in me Smash all my defenses down I'll
When I was a kid I fell out of a second floor window In the fall I thought, that's it It's time for me to die Fell so hard on my back I was gasping for
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Ain't no need to worry about it Won't do you one bit of good If you don't treat your baby Treat your baby like you should There's been a change in the
Tonight I?m gonna make you a star I?m gonna play you like my new guitar I?ll put some polish on your strings I?ll make you sing like an angel sings Lay
Becoming You Ha ha ha, we float our way through this lonely world, again you say "It's funny how the years go by when you never stop singing" Well
Pre the latest I looked at this was the live version on "the last rock and roll tour" - graham parker and the figgs. This version works fairly
brave sons of the pagan age raises by the summoning of a wind from the past silently watching the valleys below as the northern light crosses the sky
I just turned out the light upstairs the kids are fast asleep I listened while they said their prayers for the Lord their souls to keep And I didn't hear
We're as different as night and day We're the same in different ways And it's true, just look at me and you We can change the way we are The power lives
I was running late for work So I didn't change my shirt The evening's drinks Left a lingering taste in my mouth And when I left you were fast asleep
youve been writing my own clichs, and isnt it cute how apathy makes everyone smile. somebody please help this man he looks nearly dead, hacksaw in hand and a new convertible
Stop now, I?m overreaching Once again I think I?m in the right, I?m trying too hard to let go How can I let You lead me If I?m a broken satellite wandering
And fourteen and you know That I'm looking the wrong way And is the past outside Or in this lovely home A strong father figure And with a, a heart of
Patterns lull me in to sleep still I can not reach your keep My ship lies still upon the sea and yet no harbour can I see Sunsweet voices call my