Slam the door and turn the key. Punch the dash, red light on empty. Why stop, lets take it slow. I wanna get you to go. Pop the lock and fill the tank
it if you go where I've gone. We are all switched on. Let go of everything. Cross the wires like the needles sting. It's time to turn me on, Till I
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the feeling's alright we're burning out turn off turned out hold on all the same attach the cord to ground hard to let it go when it's on don't turn
Your answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone when turning out means turning on and dial tones lost for all too long orders placed
get it if you go where I've gone. We are all switched on. Let go of everything. Cross the wires like the needles sting. It's time to turn me on, Till
a cursed shade of crimson spilt on distant shores hand slighted card from view when all's been sighted i'm through on the table is where we lay our truths
get out get out won't stake a claim or stand our ground for a minute started to awake by a curve in the road forward when we brake our late eyes closed edging on
: Slam the door and turn the key. Punch the dash, red light on empty. Why stop, lets take it slow. I wanna get you to go. Pop the lock and fill the
it if you go where I've gone. We are all switched on. Let go of everything. Cross the wires like the needles sting. It's time to turn me on, Till I come
all start stealing. I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, For all, to know our days set. Close on the end and all that it's bringing. Hold on
and see. The dust darkened sky. Hands held so still. We turn on one, and let it fly, Let it fly straightly. It's speeding home. A bleeding badge. On
You look awake and I can't let go. But those eyes are blank, and you can't be free from yourself. A room dressed in white, but you'll never know. I stand
I don't remember that we're all done. Can't I be saved, saved from this truth. The clock is rolling. I'm stuck between its hands. Caught up in four,
You can't hold on to the air I'm breathing. Why can't you just get over it. And you can not have the sights I'm seeing. Why can't you just get over it
when you've been through this much. Wanna talk, wanna touch. It's hard to run when you can't find your feet. And I don't want your world on me. Cause on
And we go, where the words are found. All the sayings, that we care about. And I run, when you say, that your word is the only honest way. I can't wake
