I promise you, promise that I?ll run away with you I?ll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy edge I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed
"I get what I want this time baby." Foul temptress I want it too This hell, this doom baby I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought Desire in
They call this the badlands, baby But it used to be bayou The shore of an inland sea And I can hear you coming What foul beast stalks this way The night
We'll book this tour, it'll be oh, oh, oh so good We're gonna steal your guarantee, shit Oh, steer clear, we're on a wicked path We've got plans, wicked
Take your knife out. The blade is deep in my back. (But it's not the first time.) Can we figure a way to bandage the wound? ('Cause it's not the first
I head for distant lands Leaving my expenses Forsake this land of plastic I would try to be something But you wont stop talking Drifting for the farthest
Consuming every little thing we get our claws around I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker
Now with silence broken Your torch has sputtered out And now the tribe has spoken You're voted out and there's not time for your last words. I hope
's golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it It's there that you will find me listening (You can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Does the left hand, know what the right hand is doing You're a fool man Ever get sick of not knowing You're a fool man Ever get sick of not knowing Does
this is frustration this is me using the same tricks and getting sick of it this is me throwing pieces against the wall hoping something will stick
I can tell you're lying, cuts through my belly Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes And the children gather 'round to lap it up And the children
Beware, beware out of their closets The skeletons are coming Come down with me where the woods meet the water Let's get away from your dirty little secrets
The vagrant on that corner who is speaking to birds Is as crazy as the commuters on their way from to work Well, hey y'all, I'm gonna get apocalyptic
I promise you Promise that I?ll run away with you I?ll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy edge, I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed
Eloise sits, this privileged corpse, a mundane pace offers no struggle. Danny holds tight, chrome death kiss on a platter, he answers like raid to a
You gotta bring the hope back, baby A wide-eyed belief that there's something That's worth singing for I've got a lot to say I've got a lot to say I
