road to my redemption. And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway. The names may have been changed but the faces are the same The names may have been changed but
I stumble when I begin, it's cause I don't understand anything. People say that we're so close, how can there be something that I don't know. Oh but
: I step off the train, I'm walking down your street again, and past your door, but you don't live there anymore. It's years since you've been there
: Well it's not for me to say, but I can't see what you see in him anyway. But such righteousness in me is not a nice thing to display, and who am
: If you loose your faith, babe, you can have mine, and if you're lost I'm right behind, cause we walk the same line. Now I don't have to tell you
saw your face. Love leaves a lonely ghost, with one thought uppermost - is this the case in every case? Am I walking to you? Am I walking to you? In everything
: And I see forests and it's the 25th of December and my old man plays the piano for Christmas. He plays the piano for Christmas. And we're all there
: Don't say one thing one day, then something else the next day. I'm trying to keep up with you - it's hard enough when you speak clearly, but when
that reads 'For Sale or Rent'. And everything is at a standstill, and where's someone who'll be on hand till you're no longer disenchanted, thinking everything
fast so far. To know yourself is to let yourself be loved. And I want to be addicted, I want to be secure, I want to wake up after the night before, but
And I see forests and it's the 25th of December and my old man plays the piano for Christmas. He plays the piano for Christmas. And we're all there
so fast so far. To know yourself is to let yourself be loved. And I want to be addicted, I want to be secure, I want to wake up after the night before, but
sign that reads 'For Sale or Rent'. And everything is at a standstill, and where's someone who'll be on hand till you're no longer disenchanted, thinking everything
I step off the train, I'm walking down your street again, and past your door, but you don't live there anymore. It's years since you've been there
Don't say one thing one day, then something else the next day. I'm trying to keep up with you - it's hard enough when you speak clearly, but when
Well it's not for me to say, but I can't see what you see in him anyway. But such righteousness in me is not a nice thing to display, and who am