Maybe come with me to the coast And watch the way the rain comes down Out of the shadow she's more passionate We'll watch her roll in from the south
I enter the room Confident enough For now I tread A straight and narrow way So I sleep soundly A little blue in the face Cut-out shapes In secondhand
the beggar king twists his story into glory after glory telling tales to strangers dying for category he straggles through the city with a burning cigarette
Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame My eyes just heard my brain But will
When you were wrapped in tangles, I was free And when you were undecided, I believed It's alright tonight On a deep blue mountain high We're shapes that
Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make man more wise? Here, within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain But will
I'm not really sure of all this pressure I'm never gonna lose any of my old letters They'll stay with me until I can see Until I can see that I'm no one
Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make man more wise? Here within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain But will
Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise Here within my lonely frame my eyes just heard my brain But will
Desires muck and algae were the shadows on the wall glasses shatter ornaments on to the ground they fall our hair like anemone's that wave beneath the
Shapes of Things (The Yardbirds) Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame,
We parked our car on the lower east side And that's when she caught my eye, yeah She dressed so scandalous but girls like that don't mess with guys like
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Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain But will
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh We don't look the same as you And we don't do the things you do But we live around
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits Raised on a diet of broken biscuits Oh, we don't look the same as you We don't do the things you do But we live around
It's the same shape I've been in The past came back again, like before All the moonlight on her skin Shed's a thousand tears that scattered, like the
Written by ricky & marty wilde Influences now are things that are all around me Changing shape as they move around in an open mind Coloured in by the