Тексты песен «Blueline Medic»

What I was looking at when I was looking up? Remind me, what was I looking at? Remind me, you had an answer for everything. Dropping from our height we broke and aligned, So many deaths . . . was it almost an answer...

Seventy-two now and as mad as they come, But even so, now on occasion there's a few come and help. Put a crucifix, a portico just like there is at the white house But the stain still needs more glass. I think more...

You say I have to get a real life, But I'm not sure how that in making someone Or other rich is any more real than making a riche for yourself. I'm without a zack, a truth, a coin, A kopeck or an elusive brass...

You say I have to get a real life, But I'm not sure how that in making someone Or other rich is any more real than making a riche for yourself. I'm without a zack, a truth, a coin, A kopeck or an elusive brass...

I'm being held at the end of a tether, At the edge of out yard . . . stretching away. The work keeps going on But I've had enough but I am getting over these intercoms. She said, "I don't call them back And never...

She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear. I throw the book down and march right into their eyes. I'm reduced to almost nothing now, still, I've apologised. Look out! The sky is knitting . . . filling ...

She made it Stumbling in over her baggage Taking it all on board She couldn't take much more But it's under control Where she can keep an eye and hold You don't ever want to lose it in transit Find your seat...

So I ran faster But it caught me here Yes my loyalties turned Like my ankle In the seventh grade Running after Billy Running after the rain These precious things Let them bleed, let them wash away These...

She closes her book And before getting up Checks her lipstick in the reflection And getting off Steps aside A feint, her gait in a shopfront pane Ah, the pain of choice Well, it wouldn't be for any lack of time...

I'll spend this day in reverie, I wont focus on anything, I don't have to, I don't feel the need. Look at the others with contempt or is it envy? I'll stand in your room and all I can make out are the corners. Its...

Back and forth. West to east. Across the sprawl. On the balls of her feet in her arm on her score cars, It is bruising the company that you try to keep losing. Back and forth. The friend to meet at the mall. On...

Put the gun down I just want to talk I can't hear you You're breaking up I can't help being static A rise in the voice marks the descent As the atmosphere thickens, it quickens the coming apart A shooting star...

Its almost a shock, this lint I keep dusting off, am I here? Am I being covered up? And after being ripped out from what little wall space I had found. Small charm I was for her? I suppose I had to wear off, See...

No call this morning, no sleep at all. Not getting any answers searching through telephones. Oh absence, take form. Half cold in a king size dawn. Breaking still despite the holding on. Someone tell me, What am I...

Cursing crimson walls, a thousand Or so souls on the floor shouldering away through strobe and intoxicated, Having berated himself in the hall and not for the last time. There's never a last time. He's waiting again...

Don't get upset Don't take it as an insult Don't admist for a minute that you forgot where you stood You know exactly where you are now Don't fall into distress Ignore the ache behind your eyelids The swarms of...

Lathered up and weepy, the informant told me, And none too sympathetic that our run would turn. And standing sent to burn in decisions, hard print and whatever. Here they come to register, You might have to get in...