yah), Chocolate cherry allamanda, (yah yah yah yah) Awabuki viburnum. Is there room in my heart for you to follow your heart, And not need more blood
, but I don't much like the look of it. And all we do is circle it, and I found out where my edge is. And it bleeds into where you resist. And my only
, I've cried a thousand oceans. And if it seems I'm flo...o...ating in the darkness, well, I can't believe that I would keep, keep you from flying. And
: Clouds descending... I'm not policing what you think and dream. I run into your thought from cross the room. Just another trick... can I weather this
you back now. (Wish I had you back now.) And then when it seemed clear, just then you go and, Disappear... (disappear...) disappear... (disappear...) I took a taxi from LA to Venus
cried, I've cried a thousand oceans. And if it seems I'm flo...o...ating in the darkness, well, I can't believe that I would keep, keep you from flying. And
a bliss of another kind. I said a bliss of another kind, I said. Lately I'm into circuitry, what it means to be made of you but not enough for you. And
Clouds descending... I'm not policing what you think and dream. I run into your thought from cross the room. Just another trick... can I weather this
(yah), Chocolate cherry allamanda, (yah yah yah yah) Awabuki viburnum. Is there room in my heart for you to follow your heart, And not need more blood
do do do... Dropped off the edge again down in Juarez, "Don't even bat an eye if the eagle cries," the Rasta man says. Just 'cause the desert likes young girl's flesh and
Not tonight Josephine, in an army?s strength therein lies the denouement. But from here you?re haunting me. By the Seine oh, so beautiful. Only not to
the afterworld into your room. So she prays for a prankster and lust in the marriage bed. And he waits ?till she can give, and he waits... and, and
so you go and chain her to your flow. She bites through your dried lean meat as she?s going to the movie show. In a bath of glitter and a tiny shiver
haze, but I don't much like the look of it. And all we do is circle it, and I found out where my edge is. And it bleeds into where you resist. And my
like suede. There are days I feel your twin, peek-a-boo, hiding underneath your skin. Hmm, jets are revving, yes, revving from a central source, and this