There's a girl in this dress,there's always a girl in distress.
But it's easier to say 'I love you',than 'Yours, sincerely' I suppose.
So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sicknes...
Even now - in the final hour of my life -I'm falling in love again.
[O]ne man's vulgarity is another's lyric.
I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I'm losing what i don't deserve..
I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.
You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong.
Virgin suicideWhat was that she cried?No use in stayin'On this holocaust rideShe gave me her cherryShe's my virgin suicide
Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem.
I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?
Why don't you find out for yourself?Then you'll see the glass, hidden in the grass.
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?
Sometimes we focus too much on the lyrics that we forget to dance to the music. And sometimes we dance to the music and don't listen to the lyrics. Let the rhythm guide you. Let the lyrics inspire you...
If the music is amazing, you can get away with anything.
I was a fool for love, I was a fool.
There's a club, if you'd like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.'So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you want to die.
Which one of us, went and fucked up?
Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..