Fire The sun is well asleep Moon is high above Fire grows from the east How is this Hate so deep Lead us all so blindly killing killing Fools we are If
I know complainig doesn't help cause what has been won't be again And as I am walking down the street I see a child glance back at me These crazy clocks
Ex-excuse me We are two Ye-yeah, uh, me and my girlfriend What ? No, no, listen we are on the list Oh my God ! I tell you man, I come here every friday
Boy of fifteen, he knows everything He dances with pain He sees through the night Dark angel, you know, You're gonna grow old You died for Love You'll
My love has got no money He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no power He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no fame He's got his strong
It's your name I hear It's not my head's whid Like the many tears I shed It's your name I call Your name I read My prayer My creed It's your name I hate
Riding backseats on night highways Dark spaces white lights through the window I'm moving too fast through my life While the moon remains constant in
And anywhere you go You're gonna hear a song It says remember who you are and what you want You used to know it as a kid Now you song something else But
The moon will never touch the sun the journey I am on, he's not begun summer eclipse, I can't forget the day when night and day had met I didn't listen
I pass through noise and silence, I walk alone It's a beautiful day, it's raining and it's cold Reflected onto the wet pavement, can you see what I see
Hope measuring time without end You could be just like the sun Beautiful like a dream Innocent like a child Heroic and brave Like the kings and the warriors
There is war going on] and it gone stop The federal duilding that what they try to pop This wead got me going] mine wasted but still Flowing ]not noing
FINAL EXAMINATION WITH DON GIBSON (Red Lane - Dottie West) You reset with the love that has built to stand on its own Somewhere we surely went wrong
You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lyin' far awa
I am a product, I am a symbol of endless Hopeless, fruitless, aimless games I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf My contents aren't fit for
you talk in spirit yet you have no self-control you're not the man who I thought I knew you broke your promise you're not the one that's alone hiding
Betrayal - Is it what you want Deceit - Is all you will get Hate - Is your only weapon I can believe in you When all I know and feel is true Something
I write a million songs about the weather But when it comes to you I pick up all the pieces of the chords I didn't use I pick 'em up and glue them back