: LINK & GIRLS Blood on the pavement what a mess AMBER Is that your eyeball On my dress AMBER & LINK Don't drink and drive Please keep your head Or
keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, Or would it be a waste? Even If i knew my place should i leave it there? Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements
mind breaking open doors I've sealed up before Something on my mind makes me run when I thought I've run too far I'm looking for cracks in the pavement
: fun for an hour 'til the hours gone can one trick nights feed 40 days? in my bed at the break of dawn she shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
: Wasn't the question you asked me It wasn't the answer I gave That made me feel like I was on a train Was a distant voice Made me make the choice That
Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a city pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a city pavement
the pavement cracks All my water colors fade to black I'm goin' nowhere and I'm ten steps back All my dreams have fallen flat Love don't show in the pavement
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey Chim chim cher-oo I does what I likes and I likes what I do Today I'm a screever and as you can see A screever's an artist
knew my place Should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements Should I just keep on chasing pavements? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean You say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the bottom to our heads and
When we used To say goodnight I'd always kiss And hold you tight But lately You don't seem To care You close the door And leave me Standing there Oh
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
Go back to those gold sounds And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central,
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame And
Heaven is a truck it got stuck on the breeze Asked the driver nicely, "I need a lift, I need release" The sand in the boats on the rose-covered floats
