Hello, can you hear me? I might not be alone Don?t see anyone near me but I just won't go home again Let's meet in the morning, I just can?t speak tonight
It's a long way to nowhere And I'm leaving very soon On the way we pass so close To the back side of the moon Hey join the traveler If you've got nowhere
more', the victim cries As I slip beneath the skin Like the shadow of the wind The shadow of the wind If words had names like red and green And two for sympathy Black
(DIE YOUNG) go to the wind, though the wind won't help you fly at all, your back's to the wall then chase the sun, n it tears away and breaks you as
One fine day in hell The master told a story Someone lied so well He sent him back to glory There are whispers between screams That this deed can be
: Oh no, here it comes again Can't remember when we came so close to love before Hold on, good things never last Nothing's in the past, it always seems
: There's a place just south of Witches' Valley Where they say the wind won't blow And they only speak in whispers of her name There's a lady they say
all know So let it all go! Turn up the night! Turn up the night! Turn up the night, it feels so right! Nighttime sorrow, taken like a pain Black will
: One day in the life of the lonely Another day on the round about What do they need? Somebody to love One night in the life of the lonely There's a
: Close the city and tell the people that something's coming to call Death and darkness are rushing forward to take a bite from the wall, oh You've
over Poor lost children of the sea, yeah Look out! The sky is falling down! Look out! Spinning round and round and round! Look out! The sun is going black, black
: One fine day in Hell The master told a story Someone lied so well He sent him back to Glory There are whispers between the screams That this deed
: Hello can you hear me I might not be alone Don't see anyone near me But I just might go home again Lets meet in the morning I just can't speak tonight
the victim the cries As I slip beneath the skin And the Shadow of The Wind The Shadow of The Wind If words had names like red and green And two for sympathy Black
fast, you've got to ride it well The world is full of Kings and Queens Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams It's Heaven and Hell, oh well And they'll tell you black
: I am anger under pressure Lost in cages, a prisoner The first to escape I am wicked, I am legion Strength in numbers, a lie The number is one I -
