Given the chance, i'll die like a baby, on some faraway beach, when the season's over.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.

I don't mind if you forget me.Having learned my lesson,I never left an impression on anyone.

His mindIt says survival of the fittest butHis soulRevival of the idiotsSo good riddance, dancing

The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose

Come on you target for faraway laughter. Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that's how people grow up.

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

Something gets lost when you translate. It's hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

And where colours likeA rainbow dance alive, asWisdom’s arrows rain downAnd ages come to pass.

I won't ever ask if you don't ever tell me.I know you well enough to know you never loved me

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid

I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]