She moves like she don't care Smooth as silk, cool as air Ooh it makes you wanna cry She doesn't know your name And your heart beats like a subway train
Your music, by the night wind sent, awakes my quiet instrument. In the silence of your steps, I can see into the depths. Messenger of sympathies, my
There's no sin in this: getting dressed to kill, laughing down the sun like a jackal will. With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart he's gonna fill his
He don't hang around with the gang no more. He don't do the wild things that he did before. (Ooh) He used to act bad. Used to, but he quit it. It makes
Following my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been, I can't escape the sound of it - the sound of my screaming skin. My skin cries. My blood sighs
Some days are all Mondays. Sort of time on ice. It seems like jet planes on snowed in runways under clear blue skies. Who needs it? Nothing is real
I still can picture him: his hands in his back pockets. He wasn't much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket he'd just have to go downtown,
I wake up laughing, thrown from a nightmare. I come down standing when I'm tossed in the air. Bright as Tiajuana. Like a dose of Bella Donna. I could
Passing the match test? That's some kind of tease, cuz everything rests on the moment the little flame sees. Let's go boom boom in the zoom zoom room