He's a perfect stranger Like a cross of himself and a fox He's a feeling arranger And a changer of the ways he talk He's the unforeseen danger The keeper
Come tomorrow I'll be on my way back home In the morning call from a roadside telephone One night doesn't mean the rest of my life If I go it's not impossible
The lights are off, but look! There's somebody in the home. The White Recluse is loose, And I glow in the dark Spiders spin their cobwebs and they
Below the mighty cliff where the lovers use to hide they found a skeleton on the beach the day the loner died it just lay there with broken bones in the
When I see you walking with some other guy I know that I'm a man, I'm not supposed to cry But when I see you, I cry inside I guess, I'm a loner, I don
He's a perfect stranger like a cross of himself and a fox He's a feeling arranger and a changer of the ways he talks He's the unforeseen danger, the keeper
I lit another cigarette She did a little pirouette No friend of mine - a dollar's fine A cruel world - when you cross this line The masquerade is over
You promised me the ending would be clear You'd let me know when the time was now Don't let me know when you're opening the door Stab me in the dark,
Oh yeah they call me the recluse cos i dont go outside for nothing no one, is gonna make me leave this room oh no they cant tell me nothing, no way now
Something's driving me crazy And I font know what to do I try, be cool round ladies But I'm just not that smooth [Pre Chorus:] Tongue-tied I run and
It was an amazing end to the perfect day Sun sinking low in the sky We sat and watched all the dolphins swimming the bay That crazy look in your eye
I wish I could be as happy as you I wish I could have as much fun as you do I wish I could be your friend but I-I-I'm afraid I wish I had my own way
No hands to touch not a soul to feel hiding myself hiding emotion all sympathy has been forgotten all affection denied i perceive nothing i perceive
Come tomorrow I'll be on my way back home. In the morning call from a roadside telephone. One night doesn't mean the rest of my life. If I go it's not
I sleep too late & move too slow, I ask too much every time I aim too high & dig too deep, I burn too bright not to shine I lie too well & I cum too quick
Paint them with napalm, it?s easier said than done. Yet they wont back down. chemical warfare, sea is red, raining blood. war is beautiful. New
I see myself in a sea of gray Colors fade no light no day Alone I sit wondering where to roam Hoping one day to find my home Into what you read Take