: Well there?s three versions of this story mine, yours and then the truth And we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youth Out
: I hope there's a golden age I pray for my sanity Where we don't have to answer to anyone 'bout anything This is not like a brochure Flying cars
: Don't let your eyes tell the brain You should feel ashamed Everyone needs it baby And I feel the same Didn't quite catch your name Hush hush hush
: what am i supposed to do to keep from goin under? now you're making holes in my heart and yes it's starting to show i've been holding back is it any
: God gave me the sunshine, Then showed me my lifeline I was told it was all mine, Then I got laid on a ley line What a day, what a day, And your Jesus
: Some will sing a song To reel 'em in It's a song I sung before And a song I'm gonna sing again I mean every word I don't mean a single one of
: Do the rudebox, Shake your rudebox x4 Ok then back to basics grab your shell toes and your fat laces A little hand clap for some funk faces and make
: You can't manufacture a miracle the silence was pitiful, that day a love is getting too cynical passion's just physical, these days you analyze everyone
: He's chosen my attic I feel it in the static He lives in my basement And I can hardly face it My performance is easy I am the god of romance
: Trying to be misunderstood But it doesn?t do me any good Love the way they smiled at me Held their face for eternity Now let them all fly off
: If a man could beat his own fancy Then to only breed in captivity is pointless I?ve been doing what I like when I like how I like it?s joyless Only
: Come and hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This role I've been given I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at
: There's no earthly way of knowing What was in your heart When it stopped going The whole world shook A storm was blowing through you Waiting for God
: I knew a man Bojangles And he'd dance for you In worn out shoes With silver hair a ragged shirt And baggy pants He would do the old soft shoe He
: This is a song full of metaphors All I be needing is tobacco and draw Better let me in to your country though Then I can show you what you?re missing
: Stand by me, I've been stood by you for ages Stick home and carry on Maybe nothing's wrong Is it the confort or This information or Is it the freedom
: Somewhere there's a place where you can go some place you could lay your heavy head down everybody needs somewhere to go we don't give high to get
: Loose lips sunk ships I'm getting to grips with what you said No it's not in my head I can't awaken the dead Day after day Why don't we talk about
