i know what you are going through right now, to love is to live and loose somehow, you travel the longest road to find, there's nobody left to leave
How does it feel To have a key but not a clue? Now love is dancing frenzied Fooling me and you. Where did we go? Where did we go? I realize that
an eyeful cruel morning needs some coffee to wake a shower for the smell a suit for the face a ticket to get in a password to play a past that is not
what is needed 'you' is distant and engaged what is wanted 'you' it's tripping out of age the need to have I had knows no other way when I read this you
There's this something I want you to read it's something familiar, I expect you to notice A blanco confessing what I've planned for me a whiteness to
you're ready to bop you're in for a fall i'm inhaling i'm inhaling it all are you in lack of stars? are you in lack of sky? or are you just enjoyed? bored
loss is a journey heading for gold it's surfing the sunset it's drinking my soul -is there a god? -o god, I don't know would you care for peace if you
Whatever key's me up It's something close to trust It's something saying If I may, I must Change my ways, looks, mind Although I'm not that kind I'll
Can you feel anything A cybertech way of living A unisex blend of choice A private plane, a private level An innerspace head control Intersexual Online
me and my sister we breathe like one we share what's forever a bridal bed me and my sister we key up time to carry forever in muted words throw a dice
we're looking out to see what's new we're looking in to get some truth with all we say with all we do we have a key but not a clue since death came knocking
we're aging, growing hair making friends we're drawing lines that have no end but you differ you have these fiends you fight with hope and radiotherapy
well there is no one and my head acts to see well there is no one and my heart needs to speak and my soul is on fire and my head has to scream Do you
Anyway the water turns You're always on my mind Sweet instigator Anyway the water turns You're always on my mind Dear insolation (You) make me beautiful
I am only half a day away Weekenders we were in no but name I thought we had control of God His strength Curiosity had tricked us all the same I
adapt to this, adapt to that good idea for an epitaph what else is new she's turning me on I guess next time we'll have a drink don't be late and bring
always onwards with tremeloes and backbeats obsession's dividing looping this scene I walk backwards dressed like a postman dealing in memories putting
Word up, word up heyhey Word up, word up Word up, word up heyhey Word up, word up There's no way for you to know how you're wanted Passing here, passing
