you I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'm on my way to you Baby from far away I'm rolling down a thunder I'm rolling down a thunder Could be wings, could
pink her world turns to pink She puts on the pink her world turns to pink She puts on the pink, she puts on the pink She puts on the pink, she puts
as a winter pole You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold Oh what a contrast you were To the brutes in the halls My timid young fingers held a
in a bag that's broken You're asking when do I stop, when the bottle's empty? Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all Pink, pink
Yesterday you threw a spear And now you think you're getting it back? Yesterday you threw a bloody mess With a cross through my face And now you think
There's a cloud of smoke ascending Blocking the city lights Fast and faded Dead in Times Square I'm not looking for a heartache I gotta catch a flight
She whispers like a megaphone Its less than subtle and not quite love Cause I can never be alone I asked for space and then she grabbed my shirt and
like chandeliers You're such a big shot You're a astronaut, you're a flirt I think I want it, I think I need it Like I need a heart attack Now I'm
And even when I think I've said it all I find a tradgedy to break my fall cause everything I love.. is pain..in motion It's moving like a ticker {{{tape
And even when I think I've said it all I find a tragedy to break my fall Cause everything I love is pain in motion Its moving like a ticker tape parade
Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and I'm fine But straight from the bottle might save me a little time I don't need no chaser, baby, I don't need no lime
I, I am a fake. And I, I am a fraud. I do nothing but lie To everyone I know. I am this plane crashing to the ground. I am the sweet absent sound. So,
's just a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old fashioned Yeah that's what the papers did say It's just a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a
cannot lose A fascination With blanked out faces How does it feel? In the pink In the pink In the pink In the pink In the pink (He cannot fail) In
of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me Oh yeah for you and me, oh Well there's a young man in a T-shirt Listenin' to a rock 'n' rollin'
corner Hustlers sellin' sweets Baby is home cryin' While her mom is on the streets Everybody's dyin' Have you heard the news today? A woman in North Phili is mournin' A
blue in the sky If God is a DJ life is a dance floor Love is a rhythm you are the music If God is a DJ life is a dance floor You get what you're given