I've been counting the kisses
And whispers in my ear...
So tell me,
What's become of us...
Wind chimes sneaking over the terrace,
creaking parasols mourning the change of season...
Let's start a revolution!
From each corner of the globe...
-The Life For Me?-
Livin\' it up out on Hollywood Boulevard...
-This Old Dirt Road.-
Got my headlights shining down this old dirt road...
We dont know what people are thinking, dont know...
Cant even tell anything about those who we call...
Alone she sat.
A victim to the harsh November chill...
As I watch time pass me by.
I stop n' wonder. Why don't my angels ever fly...
They go around the school, hunting for a prey,
They see a girl, standing alone, she does that...
Fresh blood, frozen tears
poisonous friendship, blinding fears...
Go ahead and stare
I guess thats only fair...