you're finding proof i was right there where you are asking me to name all the landmarks disconnected, distracted by the carnivals and theme parks now
through You get in, you get done And then you get gone You never leave a trace Or show your face, you get gone Should have turned around And left before the sun
Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will
pass you by Now when it's all over and done Called to the seed, right to the sun Now that you find, now that you're whole Seasons will pass you by I
sky And you, a bright morning star I look at you and I see everything so clearly You inhabit my heart Oh...loving you was easy Into your radiance I fell Oh...now you
spokes, all chrome On the Navigata equipped to click and log on I leave that before its gone 'Fore they even bring it home Matta fact, I'll tell you
writin back his editor Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme C speakin Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn You're runnin with the big boys
so, Yankee don't like my race" I said, "Now, there's a mistake, man And that's true" I've been for you you Japanese all along You Japanese just can't
Don't you ever listen to the words I say Why do you go to war, tell me what you're fighting for Will you ever see another day. I don't care about race
(drummond - pack - puerta - bernstein****) Home life, seems you're gettin' Mad 'n' nothin's gettin' done Old ties, that held you back Have got you on
get back up this time If only tonight I'll race you to the sun Before the morning comes If I can't change your mind It's only tonight And tomorrow you
you need But did you think that you could walk away so clean? Yet you're staring at another strange ceiling again Though you swore you'd stay home and
We left after dark, the sun had fallen for the moon And all the moments raced, it's going way too fast, it's way too soon So I sat alone, before a moment
you make of it A happy old world But I'm sorry to be leaving it It's a happy old world Give and take a bit that's what you make of it A happy old world
miles to Forkers Leap And if you ain't afraid to race that heap We'll see how that ol' rig holds up against a super jogger Race I must be hearin' wrong
bleeding You need something special, you need something special, all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You
