Come on over honey Got surprises for you If you ain't got a long time Then a short one will do I wanna touch you baby Let me come and stroke your hair
What's the worry, what's the hurry Do you hear me, do you fear me? You've got the message, you read the story You want the power, you need the glory
Everybody's in a hurry but me Everybody's in a hurry but me
Rit. La vita passa in fretta (Dimmi dove sei Quanto tempo ci metti ad arrivare? Dobbiamo andare, son gia le 6:00) Tu mi fai fretta (Quanto tempo stai?
Gia dal mattino mi vedi vado di fretta ovunque e luce in un via vai di gente che si aspetta girando in macchina anche il giorno di Pasquetta concludo
Dissamble me, examine every piece and then tear it apart again. My progress doesn't meet your standards, crucified a martyr. You talk so much I can't
Should we raise our voices just to break the silence with no substance? Bearing into this page with the weight of a thousand restless words. I'm holding
The smokestacks breathe like spitting out the truth. White lines disguised as fuel consumed. Under gray-blue skies we're simple machines, marks matched
Can we get back to the time when everything was simple then? "The truth is..." she said. "I thought we'd won." Each night we lay in desperation. Always
Now it evens out between black and white. A victim of choice, so matter of factly said: "I'm working on the best two out of three." In half-time we move
We plant our teeth, as we are conditioned, firmly in our tongues. Rather than speak, exposing weakness, as our mouths fill up. I have a talent for destroying
Parade your black-heart, a Judas kiss laced with nicotine. With a chance to know you, some parts are best left unseen. Slapped in the face with the will
Saved by reputation of a boyhood spent with something missing inside Deny this as a reason, a liberation and the ill effects Write it down in a book
Missed every detail (just move on) but now the wait is up. I'm lying and I'm begging that it is done this time. (Could it be done this time?) "Engine"
The chain of events, leading up to this, has come from some unseen direction. When all that you have is what you shared, then at once you find it is gone
City streets will bleed through and I'm holding out for just whatever. Some things never come. Every sure thing every loop, and nothing to oppose. It'
Summer with the lights out finds me in my parent's basement watching bedroom movies Pictures and holidays hang in the hall Guided by memory Where we
Farther off the course, it seems we are drifting grab at anything just to call ourselves back home This sea is furious She has lost patience and thus