Bush Kate lyrics
Bush Kate lyrics
"Symphony In Blue Lyrics"
Dissapear Lyrics
In living with a fear of chance The chance of fears the only reason you're awake, We decrease in size when burdened with you mind,<
In living with a fear of chance The chance of fears the only reason you're awake, We decrease in size when burdened with you mind,<
I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
the colour of my room and my mood,
Blue on the walls, Blue out of my mouth,
The sort of blue between clouds when the sun comes
out,
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about.
When that feeling o
Never Been In Love Lyrics
My daddy was a drunk and I became one too My mama was a bitch and my crotch is itching too Never been in love till the da
f meaninglessness, sets in,My daddy was a drunk and I became one too My mama was a bitch and my crotch is itching too Never been in love till the da
Go blowing my mind on God.
The light in the dark with the neon arms,
The meek He seeks, the beast He calms,
The head of the good soul Department.
Chorus I see myself suddenly on the piano,
As a melody.
My ter
Truth With Elegance Lyrics
Try to hold on to sentiments Frowning to some extent To be the waster of it all Crowded rooms belie elegance Truth
rible fear of dying, no longerTry to hold on to sentiments Frowning to some extent To be the waster of it all Crowded rooms belie elegance Truth
Plays with me.
For now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.
I associate love with Red,
The colour of my heart when she's dead,
Red in my mind when the jealousy flies,
Red in my eyes from the emo
Back On The Streets Lyrics
I dig the sound of the old street cars Hooker's perfume and the shabby bars That old cop who busted me Never forgot my nametional ties.
Manipulation, the danger signs.
The more I think about sex,
The better it gets,
Here we have a purpose in life.
Good for the blood circulation,
Good for releasing the tension,
The root of our reincarnations.
Chorus
I dig the sound of the old street cars Hooker's perfume and the shabby bars That old cop who busted me Never forgot my name
Manipulation, the danger signs.
The more I think about sex,
The better it gets,
Here we have a purpose in life.
Good for the blood circulation,
Good for releasing the tension,
The root of our reincarnations.
Chorus