Lyrics:
Maybe the sky isn't falling,
Maybe it's all in my head.
Maybe the world isn't dangling off the edge.
But the feelings the same,
In fact it
Of the ones you know
There's nothin' watin' for ya
In the great unknown
The great unknown
Keep your head up
Don't take your eyes off the road
No you're
of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always heard the sound get me out of this town
Resonating clear on my head
As I walk through the wooded park by the lake
I can't turn the switch off causing my headache
So I'll daydream about you and I'll think happy
(Grew so tall our heads hit ceilings)
Trouble seemed so small
(Outgrew all the doors and walls)
We never needed any plans
(For ends to meet again)
Holding a little child's hand
I see trees, trees,
Blowing in the wind
I see seeds,
Being sown by the wind
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
blow 'round his head
And his phone rings just once
Late at night
Like a bird calling out
Wake up Paul, don't be scared
Don't believe you're all
You give me that dumb old line
What can we do to stay side by side?
And who, who you gonna be this time?
You got my head all, unleveled on every
Those nights stretched out forever, followed by nervous days.
Live in suicide weather you become that old cliché.
It came without warning at a time
eager hands
Are searching for that promiscuous skin
Don't mock me by existing
My ambition went from handsome as hell as straight to ugly as sin
But
Procession by virtue of war, blood stained hands
This fall of creation
Sound this requiem as we ascend, unholy battle until the end
Burning hatred for
Lay me down
Close your eyes
Side by side
We close our eyes
When I'm tired you lift me, baby
In the morning time
When the light gets darker
All of the signs point
All of the voices inside your head
Are speaking phrases coined
By those who say things I've never said
All of the cars
looking at the stars and you're looking out at empty space
Sometimes, sometimes it comes in the dark
Swimming inside your head, sinking into your heart
I'm
the back of our heads
And the moon shines high over Tucson
Over waters that were long ago dried
Cause the moon don't care if the water's not there
It's
a motherfucker head, he dead on the dime
I carve a muh'fucker up like Geppetto with knives
That's the magic of the Persian and Arab design
That's the marriage
sear through the earth
He's heir to the Father by His virgin birth
The Day of Judgement is at hand
Terror will reign across the land
The Day
of the stars
With a jar by my bed
But each morning
My pretty bugs were dead
Oh, darling, don't you see
It's only human to want to kill
A beautiful thing?
dem inna my cup
We gonna party all night, all night
24 parties we hit inna row
Tonight addi very last show
Before we head out on the road
to the brim
Everybody risking life and limb
And just to go and pose at the disco
But posing wasn't easy and the D.J.
He got queasy, blow by blow...
CHORUS
If I raise my hands will You grab my by the wrists
And will You try to pull me from the fray?
And even if my fingers join together into fists
Will
of
Where a sparrow takes flight
And you come to me like a flame
I warm my hands on the breath of life
Still haunted by the coldness that came
Torn
Oh I fell in love again
The kind that's like quicksand
I guess I didn't understand
I just like to lose my head
Oh I guess I made the same mistake
might consider think say fuses
Heckling heads that though I'd slip stupid
Snuggle up to my sound now as if I shot like cupid
My lans, my people spit it
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