Lyrics:
(Mark D. Sanders/Steve Diamond)
We were a half mile high on the Ferris wheel
At our old county fair
I didn't even know we had trouble until
She
Just can't seem to get up today.
What was old and what was new,
It's all the same today.
The sun crept out the same as you.
Exhale, exhale,
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Slicing Jaws A Way Of Life
Brought Up To Waste Mankind
Loki's Pets His Little Children
Deadly Every Time
Trapped In Swamps By Gates Of Hell
World tired, bone weary
Can't stand another day of rain
Go shout your troubles to the mountains
But the mountains echo back, it's the same old
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
story, about pie
Drivin down south, though quickly aroused
When my car caught a flat, and then this old farm house
I hope somebody's home, takin
I'll teach you something by the back of my hand
School can't teach you how to fight like a man
Sing it - yeah, yeah, yeah - life's a bitch
I can hear
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
I drive by your house the other day
She opened the door
(She opened the door)
I tried not to freak out but I couldn't help
I was staring
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
I can turn back the hands of time,
You better believe I can, oh I
You see I can take the season's change just by waving my hand, let me say I
I can
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
this dope, my barrio dope
All my enemigos choke from the shotgun smoke
I'm that homey in the locs, the old school chucks
I'm the vato that
How the great have fallen
See how life has passed them by
Was anybody looking at the crystal ball
When his star was on the rise?
Stuffing his
a dream, rushing by in a stream,
Bringing life to our kingdom of doing
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, miles
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below, the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
Guess you heard
About the incident
At the High School
It's unfortunate
Out by Nag's Head
Diamond Marsh
They say the body
Was found in parts
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed
living for today.
And the seasons are changing, faster all the time
Every day seems to pass by in the wink of an eye
Old man on the corner, laughing
Since time of old
It has been written
It shall come of darkness
The end of humanity is drawing near
Mere mortal flesh
Shall not stand the test
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