: How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose. But before you point your finger, before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself. How
: I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2] He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived He slept between me and my wife in bed Oh
: Transcendent fear in the 21st century. Lost in psychic dire straights. With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated, "we walk with faith
: Don't let them break you. Don't let them tell you who you are. Doesn't matter where you come from, you'll always have a floor to sleep on. And you
: Whoa-oh-oh-oh Vacant lots and boarded up windows Garbage piled up at the curb There's a bank foreclosure notice taped to your front door Who else
out on a kitchen cabinet. It was a televised crucifixion. Suffocation. Modern life in the western world. We were star-crossed, we were destitute. Our
: You just need to find some place to get away. You can forget your name. And there's no need to apologize. It could be a good life. It could be such
Thurston] Burning inside i cross myself it doesn't help me cause i'm not smart enough i'm digging into hot white learning not to lie we cross it
They don't know what it's like up there [Chorus:] Star crossed, you lose Star crossed, you chose Star crossed, make me a star Star crossed, fall down in a bar Star crossed
: It's the airwaves of the world Not the hairwaves on your head Oh But anything can be On land and in the sea When you've got Crosswires When you've
I've walked down high streets looking through windows. I've been lost in crowds of strangers. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books,
Don't let them break you. Don't let them tell you who you are. Doesn't matter where you come from, you'll always have a floor to sleep on. And you have
Transcendent fear in the 21st century. Lost in psychic dire straights. With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated, "we walk with faith
I feel the ground moving under my feet, all I know is where I don?t belong. I?m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time.
How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose. But before you point your finger, before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself. How can
You just need to find some place to get away. You can forget your name. And there's no need to apologize. It could be a good life. It could be such
you, head north on San Marco Avenue. White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all. Looking for context and perspective, looking for some kind of distraction. White crosses