Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw-huh,.. As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw-huh,.. Oh I'm a lucky man, to count on both hands
Slow is the memory I can picture her standin' right in front of me Orange blossoms crushed on concrete I walk around with bare feet, 'cuz I know you want
I felt it turn to come and go Don't worry, no one ever knows I don't know why it just won't die It breaks me in to stay alive I know it hurt a lot like
Ha, ha, ha, uh, yeah, yeah While we hit you with another one of them Old phenomenal shits Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through With another one
Friends tell me I am crazy That I'm wasting time with you You'll never be mine Just be good to me, just be good to me Just be good to Green All I need
Yeah, hey, hey When somethings dark, let me shed a little light on it When somethings cold, let me put a little fire on it If somethings old, I wanna
When a room becomes an altar and what beast that must exist it flies with music from our lips and steals a kiss and blows it out into the mist where castles
I had nine lives but I lost all of them And I've been searching in the night And I've been searching in the rain I tried to find them But they disappeared
To the gods in the sky there's one thing you can do you can send us some sun and we'll play you this tune because sitting in our room lying down with
I've got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key As i wander through the street War is there a war or is there
And when it happens it's like honey and pain horns in the rain misty seas and mysteries a dog with no name it's that time again not sure if I'm sleeping
The weekend is the weekend And it's sunny in the park I'll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But
And for all of the sweet loving that I have received in the sun in the rain by the moon by the sea there is one time that I'm thinking of one time
Song and melodies change and change and sway but they still stay the same the songs that we sung when the dark days come are the songs that we sung
This is a song that came upon me one night when the news it had been telling me about one more war and one more fight and 'aeh' I sighed but then I
If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
One day one woman asked him 'what do you to survive?' he said 'oh my dear listen here' and this is what he cried On my feet I wear two shoes for dancing
Walking down the street with some evil in my eye and some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high on my head was a hoodi in my ears was
