: You come into the threshold Of another starless night of fear You're running from the demons That would drag you down again Illusions of the world
: I wanna a girl with a college head Not some dizzy mind I want somebody with some sentiment You wanna waste my time I wanna house in New Orleans You
wouldn't last And they said the years would break our backs So here we are again my friend To mystify their narrow plans You and I were meant to be Much
where it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem, calling you It's memory of one made it Be, be yourself There's no one here who does it quite like you Be
: As the sand shifts cool beneath your feet By the light of a dead end moon Your haunted fingers on my skin so sweet Your hair the darkest loom Like
: How can I be so despairing When you are so full of joy How can I be so laser-like And you so passively content How can I bleed my sorrows And you hide
: Oh tell me do you live in dreams You're not exactly what you seem to be Yeah, we want to follow Alycen But come tomorrow we will want to run from Alycen
closed the gate Even though I messed up There wasn't an offer, love No mercy, no grace And I see right through you (see right through you) You wanna be
leave it So where you gonna go Who you gonna call When you know it's time to play the game What's your mystery Who's it gonna be When you know it's time
: You are the sunshine I am the rain that falls in line You are a candle And I am your darkness You are the moonlight I am the cloud that passes by You
: There's no one stirring on my street tonight There's no one leaning on my window pane No one to ascertain, or just apologize to There's no one to kill
: Oh the hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the 21st century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony The litany of
: You are the center of your own private little constellation And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable And you like the way
up the moment from after the flood Tonight, return of love Return, return of the singer I'll tell you how it's gonna be We're gonna make some history
it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem, calling you It's a memory of one made it (chorus) Be, be yourself There's no one who does it quite like you And be
I wanna a girl with a college head Not some dizzy mind I want somebody with some sentiment You wanna waste my time I wanna house in New Orleans You wanna
As the sand shifts cool beneath your feet By the light of a dead end moon Your haunted fingers on my skin so sweet Your hair the darkest loom Like
There's no one stirring on my street tonight There's no one leaning on my window pane No one to ascertain, or just apologize to There's no one to kill
