The Tide |
Spill Canvas
"The Tide"
And there's three, count 'em threeChildren playing on the beachThey were eager to learn,To be taught and to teachThere's VeronicaShe's biting her lipAs she watches the waves t...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 01:26:00 GMT |
the crimson |
I feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith liedBoys do cry and with blood tears in my eyesI'm an Anne Rice novel come to lifeI can't hide the monster anymoreOne can only feel desolate for so longUnt...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Dec 2005 23:53:00 GMT |
turn the other way |
Slit my wrists, take away the pain. Slit my throat, there's no one to blame. Lost in the fields of confusion. Restless nights, they're not far away. I came here for something and I'm not turning back...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Dec 2005 23:51:00 GMT |
the best alarm |
Every morning starts beautifullywith the sound of your sweet voice from a phone call.It's second best to actually embracing you in my arms,under the covers that protect us from the chill that lies out...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Nov 2005 23:11:00 GMT |
