Go to now After picking the glass off the ground Go to now After shaking the thing for a sound Do we see what the clock makes you do But I won't let this
I counted on my private Altamont Trusted it all along But now I'm on my way We left the house, Your fingers in my mouth Stacked crooked all along But
be? Come with me, go places And a heart will always stay one day too long Always hoping for the hot flashes to come For the glue to dry on our new creation
In every story, every secret told You are not the first to wake up To learn your lines before you have the part You woke up early and you walk up torn
arms Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape. It's taken magic to a primitive new place
Come on, come out of the rain. You're not oppressed you're just too learned. I took the book, I lit the page - your sabbatical was burning. Sweet sweet
On a tear, under siege, under oath, Anna Lee Won't you come strap yourself to my side? With our grill in disguise, we've got more lives than I Ever dreamed
In coral and gray In submarine chambers One day It swam for the light The jewels that lit The cities that float there Cities in circles drawn perfect,
We're lit by a torch As we kneel in the court of the king As we sift through the bones of an idol We dig for the bones of an idol When the will is gone
Give me a home Where the past won't pay no mind In case i'm bringing my own Bring me a team of replacements Just in case the place I'm taking's my
let me through paper and fist jessica numbers tell me if we're clear write me a storm just tape the letter to the door this thing is your mission the
in home theaters still projecting undestructing a voice from the back of your double feature soft and harder wait in silence while planning your attack
the cat calls through the night and two chicks in the parking lot crack wise on the price of fame they stood to gain the phonebook's been ripped off and
The angel cried, "You bastard!", As we analyzed the accents So look out you rock'n'rollers Over 40 million served and that's a Record for the master
as you step down from the podium Returned from the war to a hero's welcome What's more you just had to win? Blazing new trails, waving goodbye to the
Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds And famously the feeling that you can't squeeze ground While tearing off another page of loose change
water, not the first daughter so I cant see why you're wrestling with words at last, a tradition you've long outclassed. Come true for the new martyrs
Come clean through the waves of debris. The mind's eye is first to go, so hang onto that number like gold. And get thee back to the old truth, July