Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghosts you cast away I'm in
could be the night That I stand among a thousand thrills Mister, cut me some slack 'Cause I don't wanna go back I want the new day and age Come on girls
The unknown distance to the gray beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain It's quiet
: I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind And sometimes I get nervous
: It's getting close to sundown Over the Sierra Stranded on the heat wave Burning with desire She was on the sidewalk Looking for a nightlife Talked
: It started with a low light Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed And then they took my blood type They left a strange impression in my head
be the night that I stand among a thousand thrills Can you cut me some slack 'Cause I don't wanna go back I want a new day and age Come on girls and
that we live in I feel myself get tired This is the world that we live in Well maybe I was mistaken I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age Well
: Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghosts you cast away I'
: The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain
: The Dustland Fairytale begins With just another white trash county kiss in '61. Long brown hair, and foolish eyes. He'd look just like you'd want
meantime by myself WOOO! He's a real winner! All over they say Sleeping in the lazy afternoon! A danger to the doubters they assume! ahha ahha ahha ahha [ The Killers
: The emotion it was electric And the stars, they all aligned I knew I had to make my decision But I never made the time No, I never made the time
: He?s always trouble with his noncomplacent Shotgun eyes, shotgun eyes His subtlety, his mystery Not like the other guys She?s always taken by his
: We used to tear it down, but now we just exist. The things that i did wrong, I'll bet you've got a list. Now i know how you remember and those moments
one gives a damn about her hair It's lonely down on Track Street She used to go by Jackie The cops, they'll steal your dreams and they'll kill your
the meantime by myself WOOO! He's a real winner! All over they say Sleeping in the lazy afternoon! A danger to the doubters they assume! ahha ahha ahha ahha [ The Killers
The Dustland Fairytale begins With just another white trash county kiss in '61. Long brown hair, and foolish eyes. He'd look just like you'd want
