The Damage Manual Lyrics
The Damage Manual Lyrics
"Sunset Gun Lyrics"
I DON'T WANT TO WAIT Lyrics
So open up your morning light, And say a little prayer for I You know that if we are to stay alive And see the peace in every eye...
So open up your morning light, And say a little prayer for I You know that if we are to stay alive And see the peace in every eye...
from the moment I woke,
in receipt of a blackmail note,
and all of these curious eyes,
a new disease of the last seen eyes,
a live christ in the city,
I got my black-eyed mind,
I'm gonna poison up the wrong way round,
like a bad design.
It's in the way that
Poems Lyrics
(Tricky/Terry Hall) (Tricky) I confide to anything [I can vow [vibe] to anything] So I have to hide from everything. Everyb
I'm cold,(Tricky/Terry Hall) (Tricky) I confide to anything [I can vow [vibe] to anything] So I have to hide from everything. Everyb
left dealing with a famished soul,
I won't give you the time,
it's greed sparked in a goldmine,
I can't view your condition,
it's as failed as they come,
great failures are forced into our famished eyes
with a gun.
It's in the way that I'm cold,
l
Story At Three Lyrics
Again and again they blend into one, My father the morning pushes through moonlight love. So what's sleep? Sleep. I'm tired, so ti
eft dealing with a famished soul,Again and again they blend into one, My father the morning pushes through moonlight love. So what's sleep? Sleep. I'm tired, so ti
it's all as fake as they come,
burn my eyes like a sunset gun.
Your point of collapse-
my mark of indifference,
its all as fake as they come,
burn my eyes like a sunset gun,
it's not like you care,
even at my insistence,
its
Goodbye Lyrics
You didn’t even call me up To say you weren’t gonna bother showing up I can’t believe you stood me up Girl how could you ha
all as fake as they come-You didn’t even call me up To say you weren’t gonna bother showing up I can’t believe you stood me up Girl how could you ha
burn my eyes like a sunset gun.
I won't give you the time,
it's grief sparked in a goldmine,
its in the way that i'm cold,
left dealing with a famished soul,
its all as fake as they come,
burn my eyes like a sunset gun.