Let him turn to go, let him tell you no It?s coming Fire in his shoes, saddest bit of news It?s coming Circle round again, lost and found again Your
You said we should fight how this is Going, going nowhere Darling, being here feels just like breathing, breathing cold air -- Hollywood and magazine
Say a prayer for all these stones Maybe you'll turn them into bread To feed the feeling you're alone To feed the questions in your head Leave a light
It?s a dusty color gold out my window on this winter afternoon And all the voices in me make no sound I wonder where you are Tonight I?m going out for
It always felt the same Like a shadow Like a black cold in your veins He took the best years In a nightmare He was right there in everything - The demon
Nights like this were meant for lovers That?s how they begin Whisper soft like angel songs That drift in on the wind But it only takes a word To make
Darling, don't be frightened There are beacons in your bones And when they shine it's warm and light like summer days back home You're worried that you
It?s just a fear, unnamed We shouldn?t have to do this to ourselves we shouldn?t have to do it this way You weren?t the first, allowed To blow in like
Can you remember when When we used to live Never in distress? Or can you picture then Only used to pride Ourselves on neatness? I can't understand What