hit the ground still my soul is a slave to to the cozen sound the benefactor of the worlds, his daughter, just so frail in a room of tragedy, illusions
hard and lonely too When you don't know yourself Imagine me, taught by tragedy Release is peace I heard a little girl And what she said was something beautiful
brave In shark-infested waters her aeroplane went down that night In the blue Pacific to a watery grave There?s a beautiful, beautiful field Far away in a
shark-infested waters her aeroplane went down that night In the blue pacific to a watery grave. There's a beautiful, beautiful field Far away-ay-ay in a
of the shadows lead As a good man's hiding a dream Do they know that the world's on fire? Time has a price we can't afford An empty glass and an open
bones A hundred years and then your grave is not your own We lie in our beds and our graves Unable to save ourselves From the quaint tragedies we invent
now CHORUS She's living on the street Flowers in the concrete What a beautiful beat Flowers in the concrete Walking on lines of poetry She's a shakesperian tragedy
a map and a diagram, a shrivelled page Ripped from the book of history See the priceless antiquity frozen in time Built on the ashes of the Jews And for your curiosity, beauty
Where's that leave a guy like me Windy city square If all that sells is tragedy I haven't got a prayer Should I try to lose it all, kick it off the track
room for me At the cross, at the cross I am finally free At the cross, at the cross Burdens thrown away At the cross Such beauty through tragedy You
am not a mistake Not a mistake My ancestry is a ghost story I'm a prophecy My love life is a crime scene I'm an omen My self-esteem is a String of unsolved
The earth you see Resembles me A cold and dark disturbing place A world of god turned to disgrace A new day has come The suffering begun The beauty you
Song For A Ghost [Music & lyrics : Abate, Blachier, Canavaggia, Cozzi, Lavail] I've never asked To live this life of pain and suffering I've never asked
she fell from grace since her tragedy came true since then she's been running not knowing what to do you fall away from me you're always falling
on and get down, get down, get down How could this be, baby? A girl like you, so beautiful Can't even see, no What love's about, it's such a tragedy
of mine a wilderness This heart of mine a wilderness What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers a last caress? But beautiful poems do not
with a collection a beautiful introspection I study your philosophy and use it towards my profession So when I chase my hopes I just read one of your quotes There always be a
, we rape the world Fallen icons left to burn The depiction of a naked deformity Another long lost tragedy Beautiful disease The worm is crawling beneath your skin Beautiful