Spent too many hours holding up walls Standing in corners and clenching my jaw Watching you, watching the ones that I wanted to be Blaming this all on
lifeguard stand Remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips When I touched your lips And I recall how you sat on the same side of me It always seemed
As if we were never alone The moon is down and heaven is waiting For callers and entries As we're calling out This is ours, ours, ours, this one is
ترجمة: وعلاوة على ذلك يبدو للأبد. القمر هو أسفل.
Spent too many hours holding up walls standing in corners and clenching my jaw watching you watching the ones that I wanted to be. Blaming this all
in this world it's softer than ever before. And you were the outline of everything you would become. The keeper of these hands. To hold you now it is
the lifeguard stand. Remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips when I touched your lips. And I recall how you sat on the same side of me, it always seemed
life. to be reborn again out of glass and of sand and you're shimmering and you are clear. this is where the water is shallow and nothing is as deep
Flip on the tele Wrestle with Jimmy Something is bubbling Behind my back The bottle is ready to blow Say it ain't so Your drug is a heartbreaker
words it's ringing, it's breaking me. You can't belittle this, this could change everything. This one is mine to believe. This is unparalleled, a grace
and tourists find unlikely love at first sight. And swear that they're never leaving and that is their plight. This winter is lasting forever, at least
outset. As if we were never alone. The moon is down, and heaven is waiting, for callers and entries as we're calling out: "This is ours, ours, ours. This one is
make mistakes and I'll forgive you home is waiting here for you when you return This is the last time I will try to reach you and my guess is that you
The training spent on all your words was obvious in all we heard was repetition. Representing your best interests while wishing us "the very best" when that is
The paddle is broken, the punishment is served in full. The welts are faded and pain still lingers as it should. The lone receiver of empty compliments
Fourth Dimension Dream All the way it seems I can't believe we're running to See the world for what it really is In the full moon ii Nothing Can Come
eyes [Lead: Simon] Striking hard, striking fast in desperation The world around is filled with shades of red Forced to stand in weak anticipation As rivulets of blood run down
in desperation The world around is filled with shades of red Forced to stand in weak anticipation As rivulets of blood run down the Child's head The chamber