fingers aren't my fingers These hands are not my hands No one sees and no one cares what gets broken Not for rhyme and not for reason What gets broken
was humble for you What a fool I've been to have Laid so low for so long Into that void of silence Where we cry without sound Where tears roll down Where tears
: You walked in to the room I just had to laugh The face you wore was cool You were a photograph When it's all too late It's all too late I did not have
: It's a sad affair When there's no one there He calls out in the night And it's so unfair At least it seems that way When you gave him his life And
Hot tips for the boys Fresh news from the force When it's all mixed up Better break it down In the world of silence In the world of sound "No sleep for
Advice for the young at Heart Soon we will be older When we gonna make it work? Too many people loving in a secret world While they play mothers and
I was humble for you What a fool I've been to have Laid so low for so long Into that void of silence Where we cry without sound Where tears roll down Where tears
Baby your deal is surreal just like lightning, streakin' on Heaven still is a state of mind, where did we go wrong? What happen to those old convictions
you know what I mean It's a world gone crazy Keeps Woman in Chains It's under my skin but out of my hands I'll tear it apart but I won't understand I
it hard to tell you 'Cos I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy
These fingers aren't my fingers These hands are not my hands No one sees and no one cares what gets broken Not for rhyme and not for reason What gets
It's a sad affair When there's no one there He calls out in the night And it's so unfair At least it seems that way When you gave him his life And all
black and white They really really ought to know Those one track minds That took you for a working boy Kiss them goodbye You shouldn't have to jump for joy Shout Shout
I wanted to be with you alone And talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep
these tears were for They would just pour like every drop of rain That's why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe I believe that if you thought for
of these days they're gonna call it the blues Sowing the seeds of love The seeds of love Sowing the seeds I spy tears in their eyes They look to the skies for
I'm tongue tired And the sounds we are making are so uninspired Goodnight song, played so wrong Blame the crowd, they scream so loud, so long Get some honesty Take the best
You walked in to the room I just had to laugh The face you wore was cool You were a photograph When it's all too late It's all too late I did not have