She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker
Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh You got these little things that you've been running from You either love it or guess you
If I retreat, words, wars and symphonies Make room we're takin' over here You're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well Won't find me perching
I was fine, just a guy living on my own Waiting for the sky to fall Then you called and changed it all, doll Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in We
Are you worth your weight in gold? 'Cause your behind my eyelids when I'm all alone Hey stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold You and God both got
When the world gets too heavy Put it on my back, I'll be your levee You are taking me apart Like bad glue on a get well card It was always you falling
Only for you Only for you They said if you don't let it out You're gonna let it eat you away I'd rather be a cannibal, baby Animals like me don't talk
Pain Of Pleasure / Virtues Of Vice Your sweet soul comforts me Your eyes show the desires of a whore To touch your flesh on my skin To feel the heat
Run away Won't do you any good Once you've gazed You'd change it if you could No sweet sensation can bring you 'round No sweet, soft soul can save you
So you sayin' that you're down with me So let's check the degree Is what I'm hearin' something new to me? Just an impression on what you need Carry yourself
It's Funny How You Only See A Certain Side Of Me, For I Am Just A Man Encaged In Who I'm Supposed To Be Yes You Think You Know Me, But Just To What Degree
Virtue is relative at best There's nothing worse than a sunset When you're driving due west And I'm afraid that my love Is gonna come up short there
Art of Virtue Adrienne Young / Will Kimbrough Gonna start a revolution, Made of action, not of words Practicing the Art of Virtue A joy ride on the
[Music: Spiros A., Lyrics: Sotiris V.] Hail to those that walk my lonely path Bearing the mark of the chosen one They are the cross! They are the travellers
These secrets I'll bring to you Are of thorns and ice Husha?¦. Don't tell them nothing, not a word Husha?¦ Don't tell them nothing, not a single thing
You fall - so I walk away gone with your children's dreams of pain And the deeper I reach, I fear not the righteous speech Did you ever speak that name
He was the congregation's vagrant With an unrequited love When your passion's exaltation Then finding refuge is not enough She was the youngest of the
Placing a smile at the perfect event Gracing your skin with the side of my hand If I ever leave, I could learn to miss you But sentimental boy as my nom
