When the world spins me round till I'm on my knees And the night's closing in at the end When I don't know where to run or to turn to The music's still there like a friend
There's emotions inside me I cannot name There's a feeling my heart's gonna break And the words just can't hold all the worlds in my head And I pray the Lord my soul to take
Sometimes I feel That the only real times I'm alive Are times when the music is playing Don't matter what else is happening If I can keep singing The songs that matter to me
They may sing of the lovers that never meet Or a spaceman who's so far from home The stories they tell may be different But in both songs they feel so alone
There are songs for a world filled with fairytales There are songs for a world more mundane But the words and the music are dancing as one And the magic they weave is the same
Just like a box That's too big for its outsides to hold Unfolding, revealing its treasures Laying bare all of the feelings I'm too scared to say The songs that matter to me
And they can hit Me right here like a bolt from the blue Making me weep like a willow Singing of dragons, or rocketships Or good times with friends The songs that matter to me
saxitoxin wrote:Your position is more complex than the federal tax code. As soon as I think I understand it, I find another index of cross-references, exceptions and amendments I have to apply.
Timminz wrote:Yo mama is so classless, she could be a Marxist utopia.
To achieve balance, first you must grow.
To grow, first you must learn.
To learn, first you must listen.
To listen, first you must shut the hell up.
-Buddhist saying
To achieve balance, first you must grow.
To grow, first you must learn.
To learn, first you must listen.
To listen, first you must shut the hell up.
-Buddhist saying
Life Becoming a Landslide == Manic Street Preachers
To achieve balance, first you must grow.
To grow, first you must learn.
To learn, first you must listen.
To listen, first you must shut the hell up.
-Buddhist saying