tell me, "Boy, you?re a star, sign me your autograph? This can?t be it, though mind gone staring into space Sorry, where was I? Thoughts gone without a
give you shelter from the storm" Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved Try imagining a
tables outside of the [bleeped out] it's missin not a spot and here I sit again, with a pen and a desire to be entirely lost in a world of them .. (spoken
believed what he was creating to be true until lie upon lie piled on top of itself until the pressure finally created a pearl-like thought he spoke to
my mind Your hands untied Cause the battlefield is tired Get a little bit stupid sometimes Get a little bit jealous sometimes Sometiomes I'll be
was among those who called him a prophet And I asked him what was true Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone Now I'm looking in my life for a
spoke to those inside of me They answered my questions with questions And pointed me into the night Where the moon was a star-painted dancer And the world was just a
quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying with cheap
By the rain that's fallin' down in front of me, So i clear the windshield just to find, Another cross to mark the passing of a life, It's a crystal clear
friendship Maybe I should spill all my guts Or write a letter, then tear it up Or do a song just to say what's up I want just a touch CHORUS NELLY
write a letter, then tear it up Or do a song, just to say, "What's up? I want just a touch" I been friends for a long time, a very close friend of mine
in the corner? Little Jack Horner, sat in a corner... I say, I say, I say Why'd Jack Horner sit in the corner? The story goes it's cos he had a square
love? Will we beg for one more night? Or will we have our bags packed waiting at the door? When the bitter end arrives, Will it be a finish line or a
. When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the skies of life
her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would relish a freedom denied once before By a desperate nation with it's back to the wall Within a
all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth
have to die is the question that we're under But everyone knows that everyday's a different number So when your time comes, just remember G You'll always have a