I want to run, Run, Till the air leaves my mind, Till the suns burnt my side, Till my eyes fall out dry, Till my legs can't try. Sprint up a mountain And off a cliff, Drop underwater Into abyss. 'Shoot me' Tear a hole in time and wrap myself in lightwaves.
To feel regret He'd hasten refrain From driving contest Or acting Mundane To build a nest Of raw sugar cane Far from the rest Their thoughts were insane.
'If everyone were to think about themselves as much as you do That would make everybody a little more complicated too.'
'Did you not see the accident since the butterfly flew? On the oak branches that kiss the ground Hang me by the lace of my shoe.'
But on his chest A red rose stain Just like the rest Treadin' on tender brain. Couldn't blame her any less Out on the dust plain The two weathers met And she made it rain.
But to mention something 'Just thoughts' deliver nothing When she told him she could change her heart's running Touching her He lied He felt nothing.
New years eve feels like yesterday. An angel arrives on a wounded planet Our fair sister Been ravaged and plundered Ripped and bit Stuck with knives in the side of the dawn.
I should mention He will kindly dissent For the guest’s cards tucked The labels on our lips And the dreams we have ******.
A map of the world can be found in the empty, locked computer room.
On the other side of the mountain Proud monk folk draw elaborate systems with sticks in the sand And in the evenings Sip, splash and clap with their hands.
I suggest to those present All of you with considerable stakes in the company To withdraw the entirety of your wealth And join us in building our sunset pier. Let's drink ‘till spring Wash away our tears.
Love's a little more obvious than you may think The water in the ocean The water in your sink Its all around you though Don't you know That's what its all about.
Flowers bloom on the floor I think i made it sunny today But i can't be sure Whatever she say, be it may Waves still meet the shore
But in the opera house His shirt is tore And with the cymbals Gives a roar They shouted for more! And behind closed doors All the balconies came crashing to the floor.
Now wind begin to shape Take use of my cape What"s the current rate Wrap my heart in cello-tape With a thousand words to meditate. Gone or just out of sight Left or was I right.