Тексты песен «Stephen Kellogg»

Talked about things that make your mind spin She's gone like a mystery She's gone like the wind To touch anything real you could stay up all night and transcend It always ends up the same in the end. A little tired She...

I'm coming down today Jesus you told me Got to make a stand Then its only A mercury cross and a picture frame The thought that I lost And another man's shame Can you give me more To fill me up Make me whole To...

I flew in dirty like a word from a murderous mouth the news came to me, id been too long south things had changed in the days of my sleep do whatever he says and ignore the creep she looked at me lke i was jailbait;...

I left my shirt hanging on the door got in my car, dropped my foot to the floor this time it was me, but whos keeping score? crying over spilt milk and the things that you adore and I say hey there massachusetts, this...

The whole ride home I thought about your life How you were just nineteen when you took a wife Thought of a young man, landing in France Braver then me, the first to show up at the dance I thought what you told me that...

Like a hungry cat that hadn't eaten in a week or more You attacked my and asked me if I'd ever loved before You called me selfish man and said I ruined our relationship But I don't understand how working hard is being...

Shot through with adrenaline to fire up my excited Help me believe in myself, get the starter to start Fifteen burning balls of fire, ten days since we left No one understands me like the whiskey on my breath Ten...

Dead Dogs on the highway all the way to New Orleans, Everything looks different now and nothings as it seems And the thought occurs to me, as mad hatter takes the wheel That for all the words that we exchanged we still...

Well I live in America And here is how it lies Underneath my pillow Are plans that God passed by She said it'd be all right If I had to walk away The greatest view is from the edge It's always been that way And I'm...

?How old are you?? she called to us Fresh off the bus to Washington DC Blonde hair and her friend's was black With a blue backpack and a plaid skirt to her knees She seemed so confident back then French kissing boys...

I can't write, only play. I can't think, only sing. There'll be no shutting these voices out. The whisper builds to a deafening shout. The lonely The spirit questions them as they roll They say, Who am I Who am I...