Freedom is an illusion generated by your brain To deadly cut the words to ever explain And love is the taste you get on the tip of your tongue Better
You were the apple of my eye [Incomprehensible] Did you take me on for fun Or did you take me for a ride? Maybe we were a little young Too young to know
It's a trick of the eye to live or to die A riddle without a clue I spend my days in a dreamy haze Thinking of what to do When the sun comes down, night
There is blood on your hands And I can't bear to see how it hangs Like a millstone round you're neck Slowly driving you down What is worth fighting for
Lady Grey You know how to rub me up the right way And you're just the kind of mess I'm looking for today You're just so, you're just so And my Lady Grey
m coming up so hard Sara, serotonin, Sara, serotonin Now I'm coming up so hard Sara, serotonin, Sara, serotonin And now I'm coming up so hard So hard So hard Serotonin
So here we are in the dark Don't the day feel like a world apart? I start to come undone When I'm living on the other side of the sun But sometimes I
Do you ever wonder If the love that you are feeling Comes from the bottom of your heart Or if you're just dreaming? I got a feeling, a funny little feeling
The girl is gone, the girl is gone The girl is gone, the girl is gone Exchanging love for an empty glass Strangers touching and strangers laugh When
There's an invisible line where your body meets mine And crossing it feels like a drug We twist and we turn, we crackle and burn In the flickering flames
When you walk into the room Those cowboys swoon You're the spark that lights the gloom And my heart sings to your tune And I flash my hungry smile And
: When you walk into the room, then those cowboys swoon, You're the spark that lights the gloom And my heart sings.. to your tune. I flash my hungry
: Freedom is an illusion Generated by your brain To deadly cut the words To ever explain And love is the taste you get On the tip of your tongue Better
: It's the cheek of the ice to live or to die riddle without a clue i spend my days in a dreamy haze thinking of what to do When the sun comes down
It's the cheek of the ice to live or to die riddle without a clue i spend my days in a dreamy haze thinking of what to do When the sun comes down night
Freedom is an illusion Generated by your brain To deadly cut the words To ever explain And love is the taste you get On the tip of your tongue Better
When you walk into the room, then those cowboys swoon, You're the spark that lights the gloom And my heart sings.. to your tune. I flash my hungry smile
