(Young, Young, Scott) You can roll me round your finger You can roll me if I'm blind You can roll me roll me roll me I'm the easy rollin' kind But don
Sister woke me up as he fell out of the sky There's a golden place Where the angels crash and die You can jab and poke But what did you ever give? I
It isn't great tryin' to breathe From the bottom of the fate lake I feel the vibes as feet of Christ go by Large and small and fast they fall Under meltin
A winter's day in a deep and dark December I am alone gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock
It?s cold here in the city, it always seems that way I?ve been thinking about you almost everyday Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain
i feel the rain fall down my back i'm going back to my place of work to get things done to get them right but i'll mess them up and i always do buried
(Young - Young - Scott) It's criminal, there ought to be a law Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more You get nothin' for nothin', baby who can
Long distance runaround Long time waiting to feel the sound I still remember the dream there I still remember the time you said goodbye Did we really
The light color in the room The sunshine seeping in Doesn't mix with the black of Death's angel looming in I've had enough of the Brutal beatings and
don't connect But you were my friend At the turn of my life's events I felt weak in the hold of your soul And your blood-red eyes even more But the feelings
When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then
There's my favorite rollercoaster Next to the blue water The one only sissies ride There's the sun going down Creating that florescent glow Reminding
That sound coming from those holes A voice that soars And takes my wounds with it To levels unknown If only you could take me out Instead of back in
My baby sleeps in blue Warm and naked, pale and pretty I feel the seventh wave Of the ocean in the motion I feel a brand new sickness Coming over me
Halloween in New York On the way home from London Eight weeks on tonight still But all the other winter's I spent She lived in a house Where Mission
There's my favorite roller coaster Next to the blue water The one only sissies ride There's the sun going down Creating that florescent glow, reminding
Hello Kavita When can I see her? You know I've been lonely And it's been hard Hey there Kavita Next time I see her I won't be this desperate or be Feeling
Going past golden gate Elementary everyday Kids down colorful hill Recess and fire drill She likes the side without the heat Where the sun don't beat
