|
|
|
Motorcycle's in the parking lot
Revving their engines and it just wont stop
Matches the noise screaming in my head
Houston I think we got a problem
Where does everybody go when they go
The go so fast I don't think they know
We hate so fast
And we love too slow
London I think we got a problem
And when I think about it
I just can't think about it
I try to drink about it
I keep spinning
Ave Mary A
Where did you go
Where did you go
How did you know to get out of a world gone mad
Help me let go
Of the chaos around me
The devil that hounds me
I need you to tell me
Child be still
Child be still
Broken hearts all around the spot
I can't help thinking that we lost the plot
Suicide bomber and a student shot
Tokyo I think we got a problem
But for that they have gotta pay
|
|
|
|
|
You use to hold the door for me
now you can't wait to leave
You use to send me flowers if
you fucked up in my dreams
I use to make you laugh
with all the silly shit I did
now you roll your eyes and
walk away and shake your head
When the spark has gone and the candles are out
and the song is done and there's no more sound
whispers turn to yelling and I'm thinking
[Chorus:]
How do we get so mean? How do we just move on?
How do you feel in the morning
when it comes and everythings undone?
Is it 'cause we wanna be free? Well that's not me.
Normally I'm so strong
I just can't wake up on the floor
like a thousand times before
knowing that forever won't be
I'm always sentimental when I think of how it was
when love was sweet and new and we just couldn't get enough
The shower, it reminds me you'd undress me with your eyes
|
|
|
|
|
Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and round again.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgivness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.
Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
|
|
Invite friend
Join this Club
write article
