I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin
This is a song for every girl who's Ever been through something She thought she couldn't make it through I sing these words because I was that girl too
Now it's just a memory and it's hard to think Hard to think about it 'Bout the love I left behind, I can't help but think What could I have done about
Appliances have gone berserk I cannot keep up Treading on people's toes Snot-nosed little punk And I can't face the evening straight You can offer me
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out
I'm under pressure, be-gi-gi-ginning to overdrive. I'm a loose canon mmh, I will not make it out alive. See I'm wrapped around your finger, I'm digging
Close enough to start a war All that I have is on the floor God only knows what we're fighting for All that I say, you always say more I can't keep up
fading lights, I sink into this other world, where only you can heal my wounds and make me see only here I'm free you are the night with all its charm
(Nathan) There is nothing glamorous in this simple town But there's this special flower that can only bloom right here And all the heavy burdens in our
Artist: Written by Georges Bizet Song: La Fleur Que Tu M'Avais Jetee from Carmen Ou, tu m'entendras! Je le veux! La fleur que tu m'avais jetee, Dans
I survived a dreadful accident In the car crash of the century My shattered hopes collapsed on cold cement But in the back of the ambulance I'd never
Don't bring me flowers to my bed, I don't wish you to know It's time to find myself again As cold as houses on your street, as hollow as my own I hope
I need your lie Darling love lies And if you gave it to me I'd hold it in the palm of my hand Like a good luck charm or a vice And I'd reach up like
I've been laying down the flowers I've been waiting in the sun I've been counting down the hours One by one One by one I've been catching my reflection
[sample from Apocalypse Now]: "Pile...little arms"
You Know, I don't think this is going very well. I mean, like 10 percent of the audience wants to fight. The other 90 percent are totally bored. So its
the children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place
Earth is our mother Just turning around With her trees in the forest And roots underground Our father above us Whose sigh is the wind Paint us a rainbow
