until I die I will think or dream of you and fail to understand How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand Is it written in the stars Are we
people never get beyond their stupid pride, but you can see the real me inside and I'm satisfied. Even though the gods are crazy, even though the stars are blind
my life from now until I die I will think or dream of you and fail to understand How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand Is it written in the stars
me feel respect no more All your lies Blind My mind inside All your lies Made me feel respect no more All your lies Blind My mind inside Blind My mind inside Blind
of my life from now until I die I will think or dream of you and fail to understand How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand Is it written in the stars
Made me feel respect no more All your lies Blind My mind inside All your lies Made me feel respect no more All your lies Blind My mind inside Blind My mind inside Blind
Some people never get beyond their stupid pride, but you can see the real me inside and I'm satisfied. Even though the gods are crazy, even though the stars are blind
Blinded by Stars My blood does remember the rhythm of a drum Beat by a boy soldier whose revolution won I?ve carried pretty flowers to fallen heroes
After the movies In the parking lot We stared so long And you kissed me With ripe young breath So I kissed you One night as forever In the movies
Passed out in your yard My clothes were soaking in the morning rain My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma Like a battered drone All my limbs
yourself off I thought we agreed No limb should be left So severed and bleeding What are you missing? What are you missing? A truth so disabling Might blind
Hold your breath, dear This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are
Clad. I'm wearning thin my invitation. I'll wear it out But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you We could burn up so close We could
Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard They're scribed across stained glass They're posted on the billboards A lackluster charade And are we
There's no use going to Des Moines I heard it's just like here I guess it's just like everywhere As for us, I guess we're not immune Look at our same