So I follow you down this road Well, you try but you can?t let go So hold on to years ago Cold as a lover Don?t you wanna stay? Breath from another
Instrumental
Anywayz Maybe you could get me out of this place This cold room This cold house These cold eyes This cold heart Anywayz Maybe you could get me out
Sweet caress and tender mouth Kissed her breast and then he found, he found Forty days and forty nights, before this day Said that she would always be
I am the last of the worshippers, I am the last of my kind I am the last of the followers, I have found my peace of mind Indigo boy, my little indigo
The world I know Is a world too slow Don't move fast enough Keep your head low The world I know Is a world much too slow If you can't move fast enough
I came and saw you left the light on There was no one home at all Couldn?t wait to get your clothes on Shouldn?t come around to call on you The taste
The slowest melodies coated me Soothing rhythms stoked the fire in my belly Music is the man that made a woman out of me The purest voices call to me
Tu me tocas, tu me abrases Y tu me llamas Pero me siento solamente Muy solas Across the sand The warm air blows From her eyes you know She was half a
In the bat of an eye You already think about yourself And I don't believe all the lies Coming out of my mouth Try to forget all the things That I did
Stay awhile longer, sweet tongue of fur and feather There is a white breast waiting for you here Between the superheroes and the electric blanket is warm
Mark volman (lead vocals) Howard kaylan (lead vocals) Ian underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley dunbar (drums) Don preston (keyboards, mini
.. some folks just have one, other they got none, aw huh.. stay with me.. let's just breathe. practiced are my sins, never gonna let me win, aw huh.. under everything, just another
have. I miss the fire that once inspired me. Fill my fucking lungs with concrete. Force-feed me unforgiving honesty. Prove to me that I would rather breathe
There are so many problems that we come here to escape but find you looking for a good fight. We've had enough of you. You cheap shots only separate you
Driving west. Burning daylight and gasoline. I know now what we're running from. I know why we scream. Feeling fate, growing up, getting old. As if by
said were words designed to manipulate you. Have you ever been so afraid that you might not have the strength to hold on 'til you the morning to face another
Splinters buried to the bone. Headaches like aneurysms - One can only hope. Nightmares ever harder to control. Always in the back of my mind. Never letting
