The clouds were dust, raining on us There was a phantom me in a bed of love Home Home Naturally collapsing Our homes and beds and wedding rings Home
If the walls were too thin, You would break in, mmm, If the walls were too thin, You would break right in Huh, huh, huh, huh... Morning Morning Out
Somebody said "Hey, slow down. Wait for me. Why wait for me at all?" Then I said, "There's a person willingly will leave. We'll follow him too far."
You go when the weight of the water has finally carried you home We know how the current can feel like the breathing of watery ghosts Followed my friends
If the walls were too thin, You would break in, mmm, If the walls were too thin, You would break right in Huh, huh, huh, huh... Morning Morning
All day long, I felt like smashing my face Through a clear glass window But instead, I went out And smashed up a phone booth around the corner I never
(t. bryn) i can't stick around she said not much to be found she said i ought to know, time goes by slowly i am here and i am young life is here
I have a destiny, I have a vision, dear It's as translucent as rain and glass are clear I am a problem girl, I have a habit old If I got silver, I'd pine
think our love is beautiful. 'Cos everything is beautiful when you're lookin through Rose colored glasses. Everything seems amazin when you see the view in Rose colored glasses
Raise your glass Just come on and come and Raise your glass Won't you come on and come on, and Raise your glass Just come on and come and Raise your glass
'm doing fine Doing fine, doing fine, doing fine Sitting in my glass house I am sitting in my glass house I am sitting in my glass house I am, I am,
Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend She is papering the window panes She is putting on a smile Living in a glass house Once again, packed
up all on a thug Who wanna put it in her, withdraw like a Citi card But now she shake that ass for tips at the titty bar Broken glass, everywhere (It
Oh, good God, Heaven Almighty, Heaven's to murder Troy We've got a cataclysmic situation developing Someone get down here now Come on, come on, baby
Aah, Colli Park Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Smurf You did the fool with this one, baby I got Hurricane Chris (Say girl, say girl) And right now (
I look up on this mountain and marvel it seems so tall so tragically its fragile I'm waiting for it to fall enormous mass it's made of glass instead of
