need a handgun and a hand grenade to protect me from those who keep me safe still i remember you straight face: a??Some day this will all be yours.a
a room, thick with wine and all of the sadness of a heart that time alone won't heal: do you remember all the bad times when precious few were found
i guess they finally turned you i heard it in your voice with each you lose the choice... seasons pass within that grasp 'cause after all of
a single shining tear somehow finds a way out from behind a wall of stubborn will from behind another cigarette pretending its ended long enough to start
yourself as mine... for just another soul that's come in from the cold like and island in a sea of failing coals seeking shelter from the coming storms a
Tonight it could be the end it could be the end of our lives our last good-byes won't you stay? and see something great i don't want to waste tonight
i see you working can't say i'm surprised - this is not the first time we've been here. is this the process? fall in time to rise? rise and fall
what i want to and the rest i hide away towards the basest of things sometimes i can feel myself leaning am i just a liar? or a killer? or a
waiting for the ax to come falling bracing for the stones that we know so well blistered and bruised, while we suffer through you... all to allow you
spinning on and on and once it's gone, the time is gone. the time is gone... (middle) all you've built and done is just a fraction of the you we
couples gather on the street no way they notice me but i watch them walk together and it reminds me of nights when everyone was gone and i ended
