gonna be a little doggy treat for wolves but that's all right cause they're the robotic kind (Thanks to Brittany for these lyrics and to ilove100monkeys
're living in your car I watched you on tv but now you're sitting in the cubicle next to me (Thanks to Brittany for these lyrics and to ilove100monkeys
I wanna build you up Brick by brick I wanna break you down Brick by brick I'm gonna reconstruct Brick by brick I wanna feel your love Brick by brick (
Break a mirror Role the dice Run with scissors through a ship and fireflies Go into business with a grizzly bear But just don?t sit down cause I?ve moved
Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults
Caricatures of your wrecking ball gown, in my mind All the time I wanna be in that, damsel patterned alley Where you go, for a smoke And sorrow slow dances
Topless models doing semaphores wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored Illuminations on a rainy day When she walks her footsteps sing a reckless
I etched the face of a stopwatch On the back of a raindrop And did a swap for the sand in an hourglass. I heard the nun happy ending it sort of sounds
Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of it's kind to get to the moon Trust some ellipses to chase you round the room Through curly straws
Your love is like a studded leather headlock Your kiss it could put creases in the road You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock And those other
She's thunderstorms Lying on her front Up against the wall She's thunderstorms I've been feeling foolish You should try it She came unsubstituted the
If you can summon the strength, tow me I can?t hold down the urgency You?ve got to make your descent, slowly And oil up those sticky keys. Coax me out
Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On the last of your pick and
Pinned down by the dark When fighting with my sheets Nearly crying in my sleep Yes I'm battling that well told gripe the most retrainting type you should
a pussyfooting setting sun make a wish that weighs a tonne there are no handles for you to hold and no understanding where it goes jealously in technicolor
Fools on parade Cavort and carry on See waiting eyes That you'd rather be beside than infront of But she?s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
I was biting the time zone, And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams, And threw caution to the colourful Then we fell asleep in the car, Until the
You showed me my tomorrow Beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen Might just ring true Depends who you prefer