A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,; But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
And every one of them words rang true; And glowed like burnin' coal; Pourin' off of every page; Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies; I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Time is all I have to give
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,; Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss; In the valley of the missing link
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
Junk is piling up, taking up space
time is running backwards
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
All my friends have told me; If I hang around with you; That I'll go blind
For the loser now; Will be later to win
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Just what do you think you have to guard?
people don’t live or die, people just float
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,; I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
The walls of pride are high and wide; Can't see over to the other side; It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay; It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much; Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath; But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
