Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain Hoping mama won
I am here because of you again I am here to feel love again I am here to pass out again here I am at the bitter end I am here to see a miracle I am here
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So much for you, I can't take this life To be with you only pushes me, deeper down Guilt pain and sorrow are what haunt me still Waking tomorrow, will
Childs/Paris Too much forgotten And for much too long You stole my song It's gone Where did all the time go? Where did all my friends go? No day can
I am the moment, the soul The moment that ends it all I am the second, the will The serpent, the one you last recall The living pulse of nightmares
Un je ne sais quoi, un doute, le spectacle d'une societe lestee a l'orgueil, qui ne sait pas oublier, qui se souvient trop. (Garde tes secrets. Garde
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When there's nothing left maybe I can live with regret, but not with the disparity breathing down my neck. How many times have we tried to let go, when
See, I'm a giant I'm the must in the air Don?t know who I am And I haven't been there Yet. Nerves in the vestments Clothe the boxed brains of a comedy
It?s a question we ask Why does it end? A year A life A number of things Cause seasons change and months go by And all we?ll do is think of you Remember
And it?s times like these I confide in sleep I?m in a forest of knowledge Without an apple to eat And we're a yellow brick road away From a selfless acquaintance
You?re the party in my bones And the second thought my brain could hold On how to live life Even when it gets stolen Cause yours was taken And I blame
Good morning baby New Year Its father time I?m ticking away As the clock strikes twelve And the room starts to spin You look so lovely Comatose As the
Lacing your sneakers on the soles that you have worn so thin Timber wolves hunt on a night like this Your headache prone Your muscles groan You better
Yeah, we're a burden. No, no we don't try real hard. We just get by strumming our hearts, All by ourselves. Yeah, we don't see a purpose. To the fights
Come quick darling there isn't much time He was standing by the door With his raincoat on. As the clouds began to cry. We know how it goes When these
We are alive Strokes aside, living life. Don't mind this faulty mechanics eyes She's too used to crying wolf Too damned to sing your praise But the angels