shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believelight a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning closed wounds harbor pestilence
Drinks aside, it's time we tried to stay somewhere Take my only souvenir, hold it up high, toss it off the roof If it should break, tell me how it sounds
The night is rising my eyes Even in the dark I know I'm alive I am burning for you, Yeah you know it's true. Voices are calling in the night Breaking
I am in circles You're a straight line You are the fix, I'd hope to find And people can be so All that I want now is not to change You are the hope You
Material folds From rough, modest clothes Slabs of cold sacred stone The peasant girl kneels In strips of feeble water light Slim fingers clasped Warm
I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
The mood of the courtroom was gloomy ??? and looked for a sign ??? Shrine to the dynamic years Shrine to the dynamic years ??? Roll into a ball yeah The
Deep down in the tombs Dried out and embalmed Royalties embedded Locked under a curse Powers of mortis Trapped in the talismans Shaman's evil spells Await
I'm praying at my bedroom shrine Saying the words to make you mine All the candles and the flowers To brighten up my lonely hours Wishing you were in
When time will have no power in a place on the edge of outer space We'll wake the Lord of the Snake using our brain, muscle and nerve. I'll kiss the
'Cause of you I laid in my bed staring at you Watching when you [...] off Well, yeah I'll try To work things out To turn around But if you won't care
It has happened now The thing that you swore that you'd never do It has happened now And it's him again And pop, you are down on your back again Everytime
I cut myself today I really don't know how It wouldn't hurt that much If I knew just how I'm really calm this morning But it still hurts a lot Picked
It's been in [...] of mind Who wave at [...] How could I ever let it come Ever let it come to this Never hold onto a [...] Swimming on in life Guess it
Once to a friction, be often the wastebasket A little while, according to the picture But now this place's dead, I can't say that I'm sad, oh no Guess
Shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning closed wounds harbor pestilence
The night is rising my eyes. Even in the dark I know I'm alive. I am burning for you, yeah you know its true. Voices are calling in the night. Breaking
