i never go around the block twenty steps and then i stop and man i take a good look at the dirty walls and all the dirty lives in between but when
a bit of faith in one thing a bit of life and the whole world a place for you and counting a place for all that you sold you can fix the ratings you can
I want to ride on an airplane this you already knew I'm post mature and brilliant considerate and right I wouldn't change for you this place is always
it started out with a bang my friend it almost ended up in tears and we've been choking on the same paradise for years we need another spare solution
we're doing it all wrong we're cracked we're bleached we're stoned we knew it all along but where could we go we're doing it all wrong suppose we wrote
I can always get there first if I drive it really fast I get all the parts for nothing and that's why I'm never last anyhow I wait for no one because
hello light we know it's been a long time tell us how we've been tell us all about walking a thin line and how we won't give in tell us all about
we gave you all the hopes we couldn't share and a fraction of the air we held on to the strips of what was right to the fading rays of light but these
can I use it all can I take it in if it goes too fast will you let me win I hope I'm nothing for you if I spit it out will you stuff it in will you break
he took a bored look at the cars and sighed they're all the same these days all cloned on some generic futuristic korean toy all plodding down the road
i need a place to call home i need a place to call my own i better read between the lines in case i need it when i'm old another drink of bordeau wine
i hope you come again you'll always be my friend my god my hero throwing all your caution to the wind i suck it in my days are all the same all cracked
ooh baby ooh we're gonna be rock 'n roll stars we'll be so adored we won't go far turn on mtv read nme it's us you'll see ooh baby ooh we're gonna be
pain is all that matters cut yourself but no one else and your bed it smells of after fuck the sheets you know they never weap sex tomorrow will it be
awopopalubapalambamboom do you really want to know what i think of you you can't get up but you won't step down the ideal king for this fucked up town
I spent hours in your taillights on the highways in your mind in the places that you showed us where you singled me out you said sister please forgive
turn my head around but I can't see I choose to celebrate 'cause I can't read I like it when you're on 'cause I can't turn it off I like the way you look
you can always count on the light and it's cold in here too hell it's down a million degrees then again who am i to say you can always count on the light