called up Eugene Told him I was drowning Like a castaway on a warm ocean Waiting for a purpose to rise They say it's not becoming For a boy my age If
that this is not home for us Second generation blues or points of view not listened to Different worlds and different rules of allegiance Claiming to the bible and a
The Northern Line is the loudest Sitting in silence in bars after work I've got nothing to add or contest Can still kick a ball a hundred yards We cling
I, I still remember how you looked that afternoon. There was only you. You said "it's just like a full moon". Blood beats faster in our veins We left
have another... I am a martyr, I just need a motive I am a martyr, I just need a cause I'm a believer, I just need a motive I'm a believer, I just need
I'm sitting, on the roof of my house With a shotgun And a six pack of beers,six pack of beers,six pack of beers. The news copter says the enemies among
we are reminded That this is not home for us The second generation blues Our points of view not listened to Different worlds and different rules A question
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet And the power to impress Lord, give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine the moon Is it so wrong to crave recognition
I was sitting On the roof of my house With a shotgun And a six pack of beers The newscaster says 'the enemy's among us' As bombs explode on the 30 bus
) I am a martyr, I just need a motive I am a martyr, I just need a cause I'm a believer, I just need a moment I'm a believer, I just need a cause We
I, I still remember How you looked that afternoon There was only you You said it's just like a full moon Blood beats faster in our veins We left our
There is a wall that runs right through me Just like this city, I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run out
runs out We're chasing something we'll never catch And when it runs out, we buy more A flatness so bleak, I've been bitten by a vampire A flatness bleaker
the dream Like the '80s never happened People are afraid, are afraid To merge on the freeway Disappear here We stroll past the queue Into the magazine launch party I'm handed a
you in the morning When you're still strung out When I'm with you, I am calm A pearl in your oyster Head on my chest, a silent smile A private kind
up Eugene Told him I was drowning Like a castaway on a warm ocean Waiting for a purpose to rise They say it's not becoming For a boy my age If you
Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive