The waves are warm the sun is out
The sea is full of agents
The car the space between the grains
Of sand is automating
There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
You say isn’t i...
The blinds here are so sharp and they cut,
The light from the primitive sun,
You know I really want to have.
Society thinks so highly now,
And some tell I will meet the dawn,
Before I lost the sight of her,
My mind, it quietly closes the door,
N...
You can’t feel it the old magic
You keep selling drugs for lesser kind of addicts
Lesser kind of addicts
Its so sweet and synthetic
You’re at Charles de Gaulle with dumbbells in your baggage
Dumbbells in your baggage
Miles Standish was not a hero...
Can we still find it
Is there a way in
It’s gone so long now
With our faces at the wind
Would you come over
Forgive my hard ways
And stay up all night
Like the Chinatown parades
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
I won’t climb out through t...
The waves are warm, the sun is out, the sea is full of agents
The car the space between the grains of sand is automating
There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
And you say isnt it hard paddling out?
Theres someone here who laughs to...
Yes, I've been living long enough to be
Forgiven
For the bones I broke I had to make
A living (a living)
But we won't back down from anything
In search of a remedy
No we won't back down from anything
In search of a remedy
Father put his...
I saw you licking a dollar bill
I'm in the graveyard if looks could kill
But murder ain't your thing, you just shoot to thrill
But if you did, put you in my will, will
Baby let's forget the morning, forget the morning
Where you're wi...
[Verse 1]
These are the days when the hills have eyes
And the parking meter can tell you something deep
In your sleep
They said that it’s all coming and everything will get cleaner and brighter
And take my breath away
[Chorus]
But that won't ...
Here's to living long enough to be forgiven for the bones I broke
I had to make a living
But we won't back down from anything in search of a remedy
Father put his foot down on my games forever
So that in the marketplace I stay calm and cleve...
Please, the ward he offers me a pack of cigarettes.
They aren’t his, and yet I feel it coming on
I feel it coming on a sense of welling grief
And though they‘re serving samovar, somehow I’d rather be
Up in an airplane above the archipelago.
I ...