circles looking for you. Spinning in circles tonight Let?s hope these memories make for sweet dreams, This nightmare is filled with you. Let?s hope these memories (memories) make for
her eyes, cut like glass Just glistening, and waiting And I could have never imagined, turning out like this And I could have never imagined fighting for
he doesn?t Know what?s real, anymore Poison pressed into my hand, the grip, On my wrist, slowly fades away As do I, as do I (Thanks to Nick for these
back is so much harder then looking ahead And I Fall, right through the ground, to crash right into you So take my hand and I will show you nothing But
feelings, for you (although I stressed my feelings) I know you wanted this (I know you wanted this) And we drift apart further each day (Thanks to Nick for
re shooting the uh, title sequence for Uncle Meat right now, which is the name of the Mothers of Invention movie that we've been working on for about three
around this Self-destructing dance that never would've ended till I Rose, I roared aloud here I will I am. I am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay
for hour on hour with head inclined and eyes half-closed, as if beneath the deep and sullen silence a sound exists for which he listens
they hold it tight I know your grip will slip, that's if we strive for perfection In the right direction Freedom, justice and equality For you and me
the clothes . . . Phyllis: These are the clothes that you . . . ? Don: Right here . . . Phyllis: There are clothes in there for me for the shower? [
the clothes . . . Phyllis: These are the clothes that you . . . ? Don: Right here . . . Phyllis: There are clothes in there for me for the shower? [20