Facing New York piosenki

It's on the word And now another spill out Into space and into you Well I am here I'm out your door now Chillin outside for you You were looking like you needed something like you've never been so unsure You were squirming like an unmade child La...

Oakland, winter, quiet night. This might be my favorite time. The house is silent, the room is red. Baby, can we go to bed? And I know, I don't think we could be together. And I know, I shouldn't say we could be together. Brush my teeth and slip ins...

I heard a joke: three men in a bar. One blind, one rich, one is soaking wet. A challenge ensues, who will beat the clock? At what, I don't know, it was a bad joke.. We've yet to reach the end, You and I, and all of our friends, Riding the minute hand O...

Sliding down the windshield of my car, To catch a wiper and be tossed aside, to soak into the street. Followed by another countless pour of rain, I swear I could watch it fall all over me, from my head down to my feet. I'm throwing up, And falling down....

We heard the rumble of a faint explosion, Sending waves that tremble underground. It was the sound of a new decision. We are debris of a system going down. All we wanted was, All we needed was, In their hands. If our bodies fell cold and lifeless, W...

This place is growing old, Weathering, aging. Seasons flicker by. It gives the theatre light to show a film, the memoir of a boy. Note the movie score: Pieced together with glue and rubber bands, Edited, and abridged to race through time, and still rema...

Have we been falling down the hill? Laughing far too hard to notice? Have we forgotten who we are? Submitting to what life makes us.. In a time of apathy, you authorized a massacre. Carried out within your body, but it trickles on to your skin. Javelin...

Our home is made of styrofoam. We speak right through the walls. Our floor is made of red wine stains. It makes me want to sing: Our home is made of styrofoam. Their laughter stains the halls, Greyish blue and salmon red. Kelly Green she said: So I s...

Tip of the iceberg setting free its greater half, Strange how the heat can rip apart the frozen mass. Spinning slow in the water. Edge of an unforgiving sea sets the pace. Cruel how it sends the two of them separate ways. Drifting off in the water, No...

We are the young men, we are the desperation. We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety. We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door. Call me the wasted time, the aging adolescence. Call me a bad sign of everything that's to come. Call me the...