I could say that it's time, to let you go. I could say that, I'm moving on. Eighteen years was all that I had to hold, against my heart. I don't know
{first verse} Yesterday, I got a letter, from an old friend of mine. It had some words and a picture, you had changed your life. You said that... {
seen and foreseen the unseen and able hardly able to separate the myths from fables I'ma buy a Baltic while you purchase fireplaces Poisonous supply and occupy in space The midnight
Every blackening church appalls, And the hapless soldier's sigh Runs in blood down palace walls But most, through midnight streets I hear How the youthful
You should have seem 'em just after midnight When they were down on their luck and still high from a street fight Told it like it wasn't really much
real There's another side of heaven This way to technical paradise Find it on the other side When the walls fall down Midnight confessions Never heal
real ones learn it somewhere Strum your guitar, sing it kid Just write about your feelings, not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had cursed me But your youth
it won't get you anywhere, fooling with the guns The British Army is waitin' out there It weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better
, me give the gal dem understanding Wha gwaan with the midnight session, when the gal a come hard til the morning? Zulu man a kill the youth with tht
won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there And it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better
One day on the block I was speaking to a close partner A black Caddie rolled up (I shot ya) I felt my soul reach back thru times With my youth was cold
on Easter time To our familiar places To childhood dreams, the source of youth And well known friendly faces Let me walk you to the sunshine... a.s.o. The midnight
be thinkin this prognostication is all just in my head i know that young a heart is of little comfort when your arteries are blocked real exciting night on the town midnight
that crackrocksteady beat drums on so raise your motherfuckin' pipes in the air for the good, the bad & the leftover crack ya got yer midnight dragon
, hopin' he might care Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards Like I'm jailin', shots hittin' up my spot like midnight rains hailin
...Blood on my hands... I walked in the shadows 'neth an azure midnight sky I walked in the shadows to abscond a life not my own I walked in the night
We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere We are sticks, we are stones, we are broken bones, we are hot air We are under the guillotine
and sin, the journey to hell begins Robin D Waters impersonator of the homed one Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided youths Community