Ive been for a sign and a flash of light Ive been waiting for the stars to fall out of the sky But they keep their shine They keep their shine They keep
if you make your way to the atmosphere The least you could do is to bring me near Count me in Count me in Cause if you make your way to the atmosphere
We need the driver and the keys We need acceleration please We need to motion action motion action for delivery A little less courage A little less faith
This is the way You buy my heart Words that you say Will cut cut cut This season when you bring me all your reasons And you beg me please Well you beg
I dont know what youre doing acting like youre footsteps from the place you said that youd be going when you are really miles and miles away you said
Get yourself straight Wont you get yourself straight I am not the one who set imagination running and Get yourself together Wont you get yourself together
Sneak under the radar Passed up security Swirling in shadows Dancing obscurity Under the radar, under the radar Sneak me across smuggle me in Cover
Theres fear in what we thought we saw ahead The ghosts of those who never even lived The backend of the avenue Underneath the traveled route Theres
my shackle of thought tackle you while I'm educating your dome's resonating from inhalation of darkness while I spark the smart shit from what you waiting since you waiting
was hanging from my one last thread of of hope I was swinging from a lonely little rope Made from my apathy Grieve on Zevon, war and peace I was waiting
wait, The women are beautiful! To me they are... And we're not infested With pretentious movie stars... And it hit me, man, Minnesota is dope If only simply
10,000 lakes But wait, the women are beautiful, to me they are And we're not infested with pretentious movie stars And it hit me, Minnesota is dope If only simply
[MOLOKOV] We wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear. We're here for chess -- are the U.S.? If so, why foul the atmosphere? [
wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear. We're here for chess -- are the U.S.? If so, why foul the atmosphere? FLORENCE: I must
was hanging from my one last thread of hope I was swinging from a lonely little rope Made from my apathy grieve on Zevon, war and peace I was waiting
