I met this girl, Gabriella. I'd like to meet her again. :)And someday, within 10 to 12 years settle down in Europe or Brazil with my future Smoking Hot Wife. So I'm looking for her too....unless you can prove to me that I've already found her. :P..
It’s not about how many notes you can force out. It’s not about how sick you can scream It’s not about how gangster you make yourself sound It’s not about sex, or petty drama, or the party at your place. It’s not about fast cars or good looks or pretty girls. It’s not about Texas or Boston or hell, even America. It’s about expressing all that stuff in our hearts that we’ve got to stop and remember exists before the world caves in.
In this world of news, I've found nothing new I've found nothing pure Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth Could be fact and form That love could be a verb Maybe I'm just a little misinformedAs the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist Spinning circles in our sky's tonight Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles Maybe our stars are unanimously tired(chorus) Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes All of my world hanging on your loveLet the wars begin, let my strength wear thin Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart Train the monkeys on my back to fight Let it start tonight When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground Falling down like broken satellitesLet your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your sky's All that i am hanging on, all of my world resting on your love
uhhhhhhh................what's that?
EVERYTHING FOREVER!!!!
:D They know.