Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother To ride the commuter train
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
Our love is dead but without limit Like the surface of the moon Or the land between here and the mountains Well, it is not these hiding places that have
Well, the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of
Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf I don't take you out that often 'Cause I know that I completed you And that's why you are here That
Everybody's intent on killing someone The streets are closed and there's a kid on the run The bullets scream out from gun to gun Everybody's intent on
Ran out of time Forcing me down Deep into pain Uncontrolled suffering Hysteria - Crying No blood in my veins Left here alone Hear my screams of torment
Light's out tonight Trouble in the heartland Got a head-on collision Smashin' in my guts, man I'm caught in a crossfire I don't understand But there'
Countdown Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip God speed, approach follow
What is it that keeps me back from you What is it when I just can't get through What is it when we've nothing left to do But savor the mess that we tried
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I know this guy named Richard He's my red-necked friend He does everything the hard way You see, Rich don't like to bend He went out for a haircut Get
What are we doing to this holy ground This land that God gave to us all? 'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound Trees make when they fall Why can
I thought I could break the sound barrier just by trying to hit with focus and at random and never dying a waterfall flowing upstream only human I