The bell boy brings you coffee There are letters from every shore There are flowers of the season Heels are capsized by the door You're well protected
There's a full moon over this ancient town A clock faced the color of the sky And every street that we walk down Belongs to the house where my father
She was swinging from her handbag on the King's Road Fresh from boarding school and double barreled shame Now there are worms in her skin She's razor
If lust and longing were all we knew And love was kissing on the roofing view Of the office workers and their camera phones My heart would pump to let
I don't want to get to know you Get too close to you though you may want me to I've been watching you, they've been deceiving you It gives you an excuse
You make yourself a prisoner of me You blind yourself so you don't have to see You turn your life to a power above You make yourself a hostage of love
What is love but the strangest of feelings? A sin you swallow for the rest of your life? You've been looking for someone to believe in To love you until
You say, you're thinking of me And you'll do it at any cost And you say that you believe in life Any love you've never lost Everything keeps changing
I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone Was raised by the radio in a broken home I've got a broken smile an arrogant line I'm really no one
If it is as you say and it's coming your way Who will stop ya? If it is what you do and it's all up to you Don't watch your TV when you're broken up
There's a stillness to the thrashing of despair There is a calm in the rush of your stare And I'm now beyond care Experience being gained, we're back
The bell boy brings you coffee, There are letters from every shore, There are flowers of the season, Heels are capsized by the door. You're well protected
There is a stillness in the thrashing of despair there is a calm in the rush of your store and I'm now beyond to care experience been gained and we're
She was swinging from her handbag on the King's Road, Fresh from boarding school and double-barreled shame. Now there are worms in her skin, she's razor
You make yourself a prisoner of me You blind yourself so you don't have to see You turn your life to a power above And make yourself a hostage of love
I`ve got a flaming road of karma and a mobile phone I was raised by the radio in a broken home, I`ve got a broken smile and an arrogant line I`m really
I don't want to get to know you get too close to you, Though you may want me to. I've been watching you They've been deceiving you, It gives you an
