: The blackest hair, her lips and her skin so pale. Push back the chair, and go introduce myself. She can?t play fair, and i?m in no hurry to fail.
: All the times. All the ways. All the nights. All the days. All the highs. All the lows. All the kids. All alone. All of this comes to an end
: Dim the lights. No don?t talk. Brass mirrors on my wall. All the sheets are on the floor, and i wonder how it feels at the end. Telling lies, making
: This new art. It doesn?t seen to new. I want to set it aside. And try something new. Would you be my something key to turn it around so everyone
: This is the anthem of the year And I'm fucking gold. They say what you wanna hear and I know I'll never die old This is the anthem of the year And
: Slam the door and turn the key. Punch the dash, red light on empty. Why stop, lets take it slow. I wanna get you to go. Pop the lock and fill the
: You look awake and I can't let go. But those eyes are blank, and you can't be free from yourself. A room dressed in white, but you'll never know. I
: On the interstate, my last ride. Change the lanes and don?t look back. Blur the view ahead. Cross the lines. I can?t be caught like this. Said
: Cause there I a house made of black stone, And it sits at the end of the road. I'd paint it red and it's forgotten. Some say. That I'd disappear That
: I made the field and the wall And I will watch it grow. Till towers crumble and fall And waters no longer flow. It's always now, and time can't be
: We both hesitated as we step from the line. Cause one of us is going down, and it's not my time. All thoughts concentrated. Count down till the last
: And we go, where the words are found. All the sayings, that we care about. And I run, when you say, that your word is the only honest way. I can't
: I don't remember that we're all done. Can't I be saved, saved from this truth. The clock is rolling. I'm stuck between its hands. Caught up in four
: The chances are you've had enough the feeling's gone for giving up we see a barren everyday the chances are i'm gone and the feeling's alright
: I've been to New York City And I walked the weakest roads. Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman, All dressed in holy robes. And all that's left to say
: Get out get out it's what to pay a chance to move for unleaded get out get out won't stake a claim or stand our ground for a minute started to awake
: Forget all that you know. It's all staged, all part of the show. Give me something new. Leave me black and blue. Forget all that you know. It's all
: Slow it down the pace. Half past perfect half past tense I have trouble with all the little things the bigger ones, the worse it becomes it?s hard