There is more at stake than all my petty problems Like the way that the moonlight sings its quiet logic to the Florida coast and the answering tide and
of a dark blue heart me and you equals three not two cause of the uninvited guest in blue right from the drop, why try to fight? listen to the ghost rider
Somebody told me it was just too late And the worlds sealed up like a tomb But in this very crypt the living still kick against the mortar till the air
Dixie Roadrash at the world's most obvious car crash She went through twenty states but the one I hate came last Whoa, nothing slows down nothing ever
Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep Lover of machines-adrift in schemes Cast his lot among rootless thieves
the old irish curse showed up in a hearse picked me up and dropped me off at a well now you show in the ruins, ask me how i'm doing baby can't you tell
Tell me what will become of the youth of today in a culture blind to its own decay because We're all caught in the big swing of things and the knot's
We're code rebels walking in the freezing night We're Heatseekers born beneath the shooting light and nothing can stop us we're outside of time and everyone
Into the ice age and the red numbers and the codes Now there's a canyon sized gap between the winners and the ones in the cold Into a new world on a clean
Do you recall the long spring days we used to make love just to pass the time away hand in hand by the corner of the sea when no one was looking we dove
Stormbirds drfiting on a pool at rest then come waves they just can't crest Once their in the air it's a search for the kill, thinking "if i don't do
Did you say all the things you meant to say Silence has a way of arriving unannounced If you could have said but one more little line That you thought
I stepped out on a celluloid night that flickered on a black and white reel Looking for something that I could not explain I could only feel These were
When I was the one with the ruined look Clustering around my face and Every last corner of the day was bruised and gray Who drove tired in the rain Just
Insomniacs making knives Listen to them scraping after the last count They are the ones I despise Willing to kill but not to break out We spent four months
Can you hear the call blowing out doors style communicates the elements of war battle to establish the undivided self truth universal is the only real
Sleeping in my mother's arms inches from a world of harm Ten years later 5:00 A.M. alcoholic hell and then I heard it call: Rise or Fall Living like
Build a sound phase run it through a nation Make a dance craze turn into a nation We will search in waters for our destination Born in troubled eras born
