You choke my throatWith words of wonderYou make it hard to breatheYour love's so coldJust like an arrowPierced through my skin I bleed
How strange it is to be anything at all.
The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.
Pretty's just a pretty word.
Don't give up. It's just the weight of the world.
It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.
Can we lose our minds, and call it love for the last time.
Well I'm finding it harderto be a gentleman every dayAll the manners that I've been taughthave slowly died awayBut if I held the door open for youIt wouldn't make your day.
Can't fight the moment of truth in your lies.
All the faces on the photographs have changed,To not confuse it all, the names remain the same
The heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man.
I gave you something you can never give back. Don't you mind?
You may still be here tomorrow...but your dreams may not.
Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn't you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I'd want that too.
The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.
Life's just a cocktail party - on the street.
We are the cause of a world that's gone wrong. Nature will survive us, we've been wrong after all. We are the cause of a world that's gone wrong. Wouldn't it be great to heal the world with only a son...
I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game
You're a shameful opportunist! What you don't understand is that it's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees!"You have it backwards... it's better to live on your feet than to die on yo...