in that gray All dramatic series young hearts say Lord, if you've got loss Come on, shout me out I know the season's unfolding It's putting your love into action dear
would see They don?t know that we could be down where your cradle escaped the sea And your raven haired mama caught told you so We're hanging on the
Congratulations on the mess you made of things I'm trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this
too much We're closer now and said enough Is it not me, am I not rolled into your crush? The road you chose unloads control See it take me so go on throw
Lonely little love dog that no one knows the name of I know why you cry out desperate and devout Timid little teether your eyes set on the ether Your
Oh, but the longing is terrible A wanton heart under attack I wanna love you all the way off I wanna break your back And color off all that's hysterical
more bowls and more Cups and the riot for the last hot meal erupts Corrupts his hard drive through the leanest months Shells out the hard cash for the sickest stunts On aftershave, on
of sound Well, there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Love, don't you falter, burnin? hearts dragged behind The horses dancing on
barely fly And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behavior never gets mentioned The writings on your wall Blood on the cradle and
Faceless fall from this life and oh If you can't see the stars you've probably gone too far Like the voice that cried on the lonesome tide Like the wave
saints Shot down in the square, don't track it in on the soles of your shoes When you?re dragged into the back of this car Go ahead put your red dress on
much We're closer now And said enough Is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush? The road you choose Unloads control See it take me so Go on throw
: Faceless fall from this life and ah If you can't see the stars You've probably gone too far Like the voice that cried On the lonesome tide Like the
barely fly. And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned. The writings On your wall And the blood on the
: Under my love Wake up to your window The day calls in billows It's echoing moonlight on to the blue nightmare of your heart In cosy red rainbow It'
can feel it in another way They won't talk about Whoa, massacre sides Distant figure in a photograph Another eye I know your reason is stout And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
: Congratulations on the mess you made of things; On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings. And oxidation is the compromise you own But this
age of sound Well there's a Golden Age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Love, don't you falter Burning hearts Dragged behind The horses dancing on
