Hondo Maclean Lyrics
Hondo Maclean Lyrics
"Asia Argento Lyrics"
Seventeen Lyrics
Late last night I get a call from a so-called friend He wouldn't give his name Says he saw you with another man Feels like s
Late last night I get a call from a so-called friend He wouldn't give his name Says he saw you with another man Feels like s
Tied you down then walked for miles
Under streetlight your face turned to gold
Caught the scent of a reconcile
Loud restraint could draw that curtain closed
Slur, stutter, stall, drape the tinsel-dim the lights
Sacred remnants-indiscerned
Seeds thrown to t
The Last Straw Lyrics
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a night
he sewersHotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a night
Casual exposure at the estuary
Discovered and disposed, disposed of in one final frisk
Solid turns liquid with one smooth hesitation
And so this ordeal's becoming more and more traumatic
And so I'm becoming all the more dramatic
Passion crash-red ribb
I'm Layin' It On The Line Lyrics
[ Don Rich ] I'm layin' it on the line I'm a gonna make you mine I think I better warn you it's only just a matter of time Yeah
on arms and legs-coming loose[ Don Rich ] I'm layin' it on the line I'm a gonna make you mine I think I better warn you it's only just a matter of time Yeah
Knot become untied, gift wrapped empty box
Entrusted then discarded like a piece of litter
Never again thought about
In all this haste, I wasted any chance of reconcile
Mountain turns valley with one swift hesitation
It's not suppo
Crying Game Lyrics
1st Verse: I think that I have played this game before It's been a little while So I'm not that sure Maybe they changed t
sed to happen like this1st Verse: I think that I have played this game before It's been a little while So I'm not that sure Maybe they changed t
No, not like this, a wish to forget
A wish that I'll forfeit drunk and distracted
We abandon our good selves, dogs pulling stunts
Thoughts collect like condensation before they
Drop to the floor and we abandon our good selves