: [Old Poe:] As I look back on my life If I could have the glorious moment The wondrous opportunity to comprehend The chance to see my younger self
the stories of Edgar Allan Poe not exactly the, not exactly the boy next door Edgar Allan Poe not exactly the boy next door These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
My heart feels like a racecar I wanna see how far this thing can go Take every curve wide open Baby I know we're on the right road A mile this side of
I woke up without that empty feeling And it stayed away all afternoon Had dinner with some of my old friends this evening And never once mentioned you
You, you knew how to soothe me Like the sound of rain on a sleepy afternoon You made me a believer That this love was worth falling into It was good
theres a hurricane off the coast of carolina tonight We got a new world full of strangers spoilin for a fight Cause theres gonna be poverty, drugs, guns
Sometimes this time of year I get a little moody Pour some sweet red wine to ease my mind And i close my eyes and wonder through old memories And everytime
I didnt know you'd find a love so soon God, look at you You've got a glow You're lighting up this room With your someone new And hurts so much Its tearing
Im getting tired of this guessing game Im tired of playing by rules that are subject to change You've been out on that fence so long From where I stand
Did you know when you holding me by that fire in jackson hole that you were gonna let me go Did you know when we were flying home I was fallin hard for
I've got ripped up jeans and rawhide boots Stiletto heels and a thousand moods Led home in my pickup For somebody's stretch limo In the southern sun
you used to make me crazy i used to drive you wild we havent seen the sun come up together in a while theres still a little fire but it aint worth fighting
Im putting lipstick on my face Would have never chosen this shade of red Ive always thought that I looked best in pink instead And I dont like my hair
The sun doesnt rise up It never goes down Thats just how it looks as the world spins around Its hard to believe it But sadly Im told Some stars that
Well, it's 3 a.m. I'm out here riding again Through the wicked winding streets of my world I make a wrong turn break it now, I'm too far gone I got a
It ain't so much, a question, of not, knowing what to do I've known what's right and wrong since i've been ten I've heard a lot of stories, and i reckon
Can you hear them? They talk about us Telling lies That's no suprise Can you see them? See right through them They have no shield, no secrets to reveal
Young girl in the market Music to the men When the men leave Her eyes are red When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of above (violins
