(Chris Farren/Jeffrey Steele/Larry Park) When it comes to love I've had my doubts But when you walked in my heart checked out And like a schoolboy crush
If she only knew, what I knew but could not say If she could just see that part of me I hid away If I could just hold her in my arms again and just say
(M. D. Sanders/T. Nichols) I don't want to hear about all our troubles Baby I've heard enough I want to get down deep down deeper To the stronger stuff
(C. Farren/J. Steele) How deep is a river Never know till you jump in How strong is desire Girl it's the original sin How wwild is a fire How long is
(Annie Roboff/Arnie Roman) Everybody's trying to run away from they're pain Trying to catch a ride on that money train Doing all they can to get more
just as fast as they can 'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man Top coat, top hat I don't worry 'cause my wallet's fat Black shades, white gloves Lookin' sharp
Every day I sit at home and sharpen up the knives but it's alright, it's alright. Today is the tomorrow that I dreamed about last night, so shine a light
There's always a point To the undertones Right or wrong Neither lasts for long Explanations don't work We must be shown Fear to speak Because we stand
believing the truth comes with divined intervention and i need you to intervene embrace our time (cause it will never last) a cold red line (we become) a thorn sharp
Yo inconsolable estoy Me invade soledad Estoy mejor Tu has aprendido ya Poder disimular al llorar Yo he descubierto ya La manera de expresar Sin
Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets Sun goes down alone I'm driving by your
A cheap and evil girl sets out on the city She's moistened every curl, she's poisonously pretty And the unsuspecting fool falls prey As the dim detective
I've been hanging out in the boredom basement Building up the files on my MP3 Homemade rockets and a load of laundry -- It's been a real party ever
Lucy is gazing, out into space She has starry eyes, starry eyes That light up her face, like an angel Little girl, little girl questioning me She says
I left home at the age of thirteen With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine Now, I never cared for the things that I seen I just want to be in a dirty
It's six o'clock, the sun goes down The hotel shudders with the sound Of Grim and Lily's kiss good-bye (Oh, baby, not good-bye) Tired of their life
The leather boots I was born in Are tattered, torn out and worn in My skin is cracked as the desert ground The dusty road that's ahead will Be my board
My head is heavy and bent like a crane The wrecking ball blues are coming again And Latham says, "Babe, you know life is a ride" But living's no fun when