Well I've been running from something
Twenty years in my car
Down a road that's leading me nowhere
Yeah we drive through the farmland
No one knows where we're from
Could I kiss you and make you a queen?
Or something in between
Do you want to see
The place where I was free?
Cause in my mind I need it
But you're nowhere near to me
Move to new york city
Take your woman by the hand
Leave her there with your things on the doorstep
And there's no way around it
Could this be our last dance?
So fall asleep with the TV darling
I'll be back again
Do you want to see
The place where I was free?
'Cause in my mind I've been there
And there's no one here but me
In the morning it'll find you
Let the light shine away
Down a road that's leading me nowhere
And there's no way around it
Could this be our last dance?
Just fall asleep with the TV darling
I'll be back again
I'll be back again
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Future
There's a story being told,
A chronicle of a dark tales & lies,
In this gloomy uncertain world,
Rooted with evil and blood,
The outbreak of a disease,
A calamity scattered everywhere,
Engaging our values in destruction,
Along with our paper thin faith,
Pushed to the valley of death,
The battlefield is a cruel place,
Holding onto this epidermic misery,
Not knowing when you're done for,
I see the angels fallen from sky,
And the devils cries fearfully,
Smooth sailing life could be,
Down to hell the second after,
Predictions are risky myths,
If you hold the key to tomorrow,
You'll never be where you were,
When you could be what you are.
A chronicle of a dark tales & lies,
In this gloomy uncertain world,
Rooted with evil and blood,
The outbreak of a disease,
A calamity scattered everywhere,
Engaging our values in destruction,
Along with our paper thin faith,
Pushed to the valley of death,
The battlefield is a cruel place,
Holding onto this epidermic misery,
Not knowing when you're done for,
I see the angels fallen from sky,
And the devils cries fearfully,
Smooth sailing life could be,
Down to hell the second after,
Predictions are risky myths,
If you hold the key to tomorrow,
You'll never be where you were,
When you could be what you are.
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