Can you tell a wish from a spell? A hug from a lie? They both make you feel so gone We warned you from harm again Your beating hearts again We made love
The sky is blue and you are too I feel like running Your eyes are red and mine are too I feel like laughing The wind said nothing Nothing at all It all
It's quiet and loud No one hears it but us Some starving and proud No one chooses but us You can hide upstream We will trap and scalp you Change the
Rolling fast down I-35 Supersonic overdrive Rolling fast down I-35 Through the day and past the night Rolling fast down I-45 Get ahead, going 109 Rolling
In the middle of the holding out Nobody will be dropped out Except fake gods whose faux pas Are offsetting bets Well, who knows, yeah who knows Which
Red and green was the color of her dress Manipulation Pale blue was the color of her eyes Manipulation Yellow yellow, was her hair Orange sunburst, red
Picture the skyline right over the sky Picture your image right over your eye Now you see, you see it fall Now you see, you see you fall See your friends
I don't stay after six Oh no, it's way too dark "You're frightened," she said "No one can hear us at all" There was this thought I was sane Until I met
Trail away, an endless day, It happens once in your life To be enthroned, in your home Well, meet me by the drum Amen (River of blood, river of blood
Come on over here It's all right over here In the silent, empty places It's shining in the shadows It's all right over here It's okay over here Up in
for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim. Head for the hills yes eyes on the camp fire glow. Creep up there like a white mink hiding n snow. And outta black
I just sit and cry By the telephone You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry By the telephone
So they came into being Under a dying sun Better angels of our nature A job well done? Don't under the surface Lying dead but dreaming Better angels of
, yeah heah She talks to angels Says they call her out by her name Oh, yeah, heah, angels Call her out by her name Oh, ooh, oh, oh, angels They call
I didn't know better I'd say times were pretty bad Because rusty angels they can't fly Rusty angels gonna die Rusty angels they can't fly Rusty angels
angels below Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow God only knows what happens to love When the innocence is gone And the war of the angels has begun
She sleeps with angels way up high in the air She sleeps with angels, she got angels in her hair And they call her Gabrielle from the way that she sings
broke in two He played piano really fucking good West Berlin to West Hollywood Prettier than Brando, he was punker than punk Slave to rock 'n' roll and a slave to junk Angels
