And I am living without the love of Jesus in my eyes It's easier to swallow than collide The way above the lows and sold your highs (It's all hype) When
Come traveling me darling I need to see you shine All love in the time kiss kiss like mommy's lips her last lips im gonna cry cos in the ballot
Crawled out of the park to eat her Took a stairwell, would I fall to please her? Just to tear this out of my belly forever Cause I'm still hooked to the
Try not to need her, I'm not a believer A look in your eye makes me satisfied Stare at this head, lies asleep on my shoulder Opens her eyes as I start
Say 'are you on' if it makes you feel better you're cut off at the wrists to explain your aching this headaltic water she sounds the bell if the
All the songs that I've sung here More often than you know 'Cause you're the lull that I've countered More often than I've let it show And I, I wish
with a bookworms devotion and studious delight i dont know my name it's carmel tonight a nostalgic wallow the fool that i am not a dry eye in sight of
She sold herself on the one love The one that most of us live without And dressed for the occasion day after day Forgives herself when it don't come
And there's no clothes I can buy Make me feel like myself She said, so I put on clothes To make me look, feel like someone else instead As a matter of
In New York, we buried our heads in the sand, like a junkie needs his fix, like a hooker needs her tricks, In New York, we danced like two birds on a
Good to heart is sleep at night Hushing all your life Nice to have you near to me Good to feel your sighs But one of these days You're sure to be gone
Stand up next to you Find myself a doubt All you're gonna do Is just wait, slip and die Take it all Though the sky may as well fall Gonna take
So don't strike hard at my door So don't strike hard anymore It's taken you nothing To wash it clean away It's taken you nothing To beat us So don't
Sweetness i want you near this sweetness with all that healing you take these spiders lifely your short stem to happy families one of us should
I have got no money, I'm prostituting This situation is a mess And I get this feeling I'm turning trendy I can't stand the sight of my face Be realistic
Baby, sometimes I coulda turned you on Honey, this time with your big strong hands Baby, somehow if I could chop them off Honey, I'm stuck but you could
[spoken] ... song about biology and how it fucks up with love every now and then The face you live in, it doesnt necessarily have to be yours pause
I never had a moment, anybody waits in line But I'd kill for this feeling, then again Seen you drenched in rubber Pushing at your clothes, so frightening
