things can turn If you need love give yourself and be love Breathe it out, create love, see how things can turn It's so empty but your room is full
Does it all come to this And I wonder: will she call my name? The wind careens madly Through wide windows paneless Fragrancies mingle In a room full
the darkness A heid full of chocolate frogs, a body full of rush, a pocketful of shrapnel and a skinfull of bush, An eyefull of the future and a belly full
enough for two pictures remain split at the image cupboards well-stocked with things to diminish the pain that comes with clarity and mirrors in well-lit rooms
unpaid Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid "Have you seen dignity?" Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
And they dance the charleston And they do the limbo Yeah the hippies all go there 'Cause they want to be seen It's like a room full of pictures It
't you come inside Please won't you come in Please won't you come inside Inside of me there's a full length mirror Inside of me there's a full bathtub
what was happening You saw them having fun And it seemed like such a mystery Almost magic Made you think that there was something wrong with you You'd look in the mirror
the station Somehow we won't live that long Don't go now, desert flower 'Cause you just won't bloom And your memories, they need more room See that mirror
. I love the JVC Force and MC Shan, but draw upon dreams and fractured memories. I've factored remedies and syrums into this equation. I hold up one mirror
butch walker & chrystina lloree) I met you where the walls were velvet. Slingin' chili in a corset. Makin' love to every face that walked into the room
too long Chorus: Five rooms, five rooms Full of hope when love blooms Now it's empty as a tomb Livin' in these five rooms I stop at the spare room
house is full of mirrors echoes in the alleyway a-footsteps in the hall and this house if full of mirrors and your house is full of mirrors and
use them against me But anyway Wrapped in music Scared I'd be sick I watched you dancing And fell deeper And so we land in the powder room Full of mirrors
Social D My sweetest angel set me free My sweetest savior rescued me Won't you whisper in my ear? You look so good against my mirror And you're my baby full
you fall to pieces Knowing you can't save yourself I can see you, I can hear you There's a place where the broken go There's a room full of second chances
assuming it was them against the world's into oblivion, but he was just a stupid simian that her live with him pirouetting madly on a mirror full of
on the billboard top 20 and jam of the week id rather listen to Baduh and pusha the t and wacka flocka flame instead of that real hip hop thats full of