I love this place But it's haunted without you My tired heart Is beating so slow Our hearts sing less than We wanted, we wanted Our hearts sing 'cause
Might like you better if we slept together Might like you better if we slept together Might like you better if we slept together Might like you better
[Amanda Diva:] These words are written in blood, on red and white lines Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries Like mothers whose sons were sent
Hey ya Virgil Spencer's got a nineteen-inch Hitachi And many demons lingering Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel Something that he picked
Fed up with my destiny And this place of no return Think I'll take another day And slowly watch it burn It doesn't really matter How the time goes by
Lost inside this angeltown Lost like I could not be found No connections of the heart Love was glass that broke apart Gimme faith in dreams and someone
Indian summer, Abilene You were new in town I was nineteen, and sparks flew They called us crazy behind our backs "Romantic fools", we just let them laugh
The walls are thin here in this motel room Some fool is raging overhead He's preaching the gospel according to Johnnie Walker Red Four hundred miles
Police cars 'round in circles The silence gathering You never know what's next down here Close your eyes and shut your mouth I know I won't last forever
We've done our cold time, you and I Fought off the raging of this norther sky And heaven knows I wanna compare The ocean to your eyes Baby, let's fly
I have given, I have given and got none Still I'm driven by something, I can't explain It's not a cross, it is a choice, I cannot help but hear his voice
I look at this mountain So many heartaches wide And I can't help but wonder Where's the other side I've got to be honest I've got my doubts These tears
Never seen a sky so blue I've never been happy with anyone Like I am when I'm with you Look at the sun shining up in the sky I feel a little closer to
Te recuerdo Amanda La calle mojada Corriendo a la fabrica Donde trabajaba Manuel La sonrisa ancha la lluvia en el pelo No importaba nada Ibas a encontrarte
I'll make this painless, try to be sweet I could break your heart any day of the week Squeeze life out of you, wrap you in sheets I could break your heart
Love doesn't come alone, now does it? Present perfect tense So you made yourself a little world Where even strangers make more sense I play the pain
Tired of waiting, tired of hiding Went a little late last night But do you know how it feels under the wheels Turning in the back of my mind? We have
What would happen if I flew to San Francisco? Wouldn't make much sense from the outside looking in Coming around again All the answers, far too many
