1. |
Rainy Day
04:50
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Rainy day
It's a rainy day to dream about him.
It's a rainy day to dream at all.
It's a rainy day to be optimistic.
It's a rainy day to be alone.
It's a rainy day to be a warrior.
It's a rainy day to be a clown.
It's a rainy day to get any higher.
It's a rainy day to come crashing down.
Drops of rivers and clumps of clouds,
Taking the plunge only to hit the ground.
Round and round the water goes to fall again, see how it pours.
Should I wait, should I try? Defy faith or catch in the rye?
It's a rainy day to think about him.
It's a rainy day to think at all.
It's a rainy day to play the victim.
It's a rainy day for me to stand tall.
It's a rainy day, I love someone who's taken.
It's a rainy day, my heart's already broken.
It's a rainy day, what do I know about anything?
It's a rainy day and it's raining on me.
Drops of rivers and clumps of clouds,
Taking the plunge only to hit the ground.
Round and round the water goes to fall again, see how it pours.
Should I wait, should I try? Defy faith or catch in the rye?
It's a rainy day, it's a rainy day, it's a rainy day...
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2. |
The Tower
03:18
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Is this love or is this hate,
Tell me what am I suppose to think.
Chains around my heart, you called again.
I'm not sure I wanna play this game.
Give me a hand and give me a fucking brake.
Truly yours, your favorite slave.
Why don't you go on top of a wedding cake
With your perfect girlfriend, plastic bride and groom.
Why don't you take her to the honeymoon that she deserves
Niagara Falls and all.
Prince charming is charming more than one girl.
One for each season, he promised to each one the world.
And sleeping beauty isn't about to wake up
With the gin and all the pills she popped.
Why don't you go and tell her that you'll never kiss,
That the tower's high and the dragon scares you.
Why can't you see that she's lost,
She's intoxicated, drained and haunted,
She needs somebody new.
So is this love or is this hate,
Tell me what am I suppose to think.
Chains around my heart, you called again.
I'm not sure I wanna play these games.
Give me a hand and give me a fucking brake.
Truly yours, your favorite slave.
Why don't you go on top of a wedding cake
With your perfect girlfriend, plastic bride and groom.
Why don't you take her to the honeymoon that she deserves
Niagara Falls and all.
Why don't you go and tell her that you'll never kiss,
That the tower's high and the dragon scares you.
Why can't you see that she's lost,
She's intoxicated, drained and haunted,
She needs somebody new.
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3. |
I Wanted to Say
03:34
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I wanted to say, that I never believed, no faith in us;
Coz there I was. But where were you? Thought you were my friend,
Or maybe just playing pretend, playing pretend.
Well I’m not a doll.
It was only a matter of time before I slammed the door.
Maybe it was the fact that you told me:
That I’m not good enough, that I talk too much,
That I’m always late, that I want to be touched more than three times a day.
Well that’s called passion, you egocentric fuck.
I wanted to say that this song was meant for you all along,
And even though the words weren’t yet written,
The music, well it was burning inside of me.
Revealing the flaming truth.
I don’t know how to… No… You don’t know how to…
We don’t know how to love each other.
And your house by the beach, will be without a doubt
Without me.
If I could only tell, the first time that I saw your sweet face.
I cry the magic that won’t last, the spell that you cast,
Disappeared
I wanted to say that it’s ok if you call me back,
Just to chat, just to talk about what we did or didn’t do
Or could of done before, I became num.
Of course it isn’t true, it’s a lie.
The only reason I still think of you is because you didn’t have the guts
To say goodbye, to say goodbye,
Goodbye love.
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4. |
Wasted
03:28
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I understand the game I used to play it all the time.
Guess love is underrated, don't need no valentine.
Black beer, black truth, black tears, black roots,
Black booze, I'm wasted:
Wasted and blue.
I'm wasted.
Funny you should ask, I don't remember a thing about you.
So goodbye and good riddance,
I cried for you so many times before
And I would rather die than come begging for more.
I fear my thoughts; I'm queer and lost,
Unfairly tossed by the godly hands of who ever decided to be the boss of me.
Black tears, black roots, black beer, black truth
Black booze, I'm wasted:
Wasted and done with.
I'm wasted,
And I don't give a damn what you think, coz you're slowly fading.
So goodbye and good riddance,
I cried for you so many times before
And I would rather die than come begging for more.
So goodbye and good riddance,
I cried for you so many times before
So goodbye.
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5. |
Tell It As It Is
02:49
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Tell it as it is
Tell me, tell me, don’t be afraid.
Pain is just another sensation
I have felt it time and again.
Tell me what you have to say
I can see from your expression the cat has caught your tongue
You lips are burning, how can you resist?
Standing there waiting to be freed.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath,
It’s easier than you think.
So make this end, once and for all.
Tell it as it is.
The ground will catch my fall,
The ground will catch my fall,
The ground will catch my fall.
Open your mouth and pronounce these words:
¨It’s over and I’m moving on¨
I’m a very understanding person,
Have you forgotten that it’s me ?
I can see from your expression the cat has caught your tongue
Lift me up carry me to the door,
I don’t even need you sympathy…
I’ll get in my car and I’ll drive into the sun;
That will be the last you hear of me.
So make this end, once and for all.
Tell it as it is.
The ground will catch my fall,
The ground will catch my fall,
The ground will catch my fall.
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6. |
Merci
03:55
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I remember how it goes,
I've done it many times before.
Just a matter of standing up and fighting back,
Inspired.
Scarred, scared, invincible,
I'm good enough by every standard.
I know how to do this,
Taking it one step at a time.
Just a matter of letting go and having faith,
No surrender.
Insane, impaired, victorious,
I'm strong enough even when I'm not.
Remembering the love.
Treasuring the love.
Remembering the love.
Treasuring the...
I remember how to breathe now,
I'm starting to gain control.
Just a matter of calming down and aiming high,
Always higher.
Destroyed, desperate, unstoppable,
Finally I'm healing.
I know it is magic
To be reborn time and time again.
Just a matter of shining through and laughing hard
Every single day.
Unsure but wise and simply amazed
Be what we are when we are
Remembering the love.
Treasuring the love.
Remembering the love
Treasuring the love.
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7. |
Whatever
03:37
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Whatever time brings, I guess that life is a song.
And under the smoky skies, every muse that you call for the wrong reasons
Will only give you heartache and what you already own.
You erase everything you create, just to see how it feels to be torn.
Very scary, for all of us here in our heads.
Must I worry, if I don't even know where I stand?
Whatever time holds, I guess that life is a fight.
And every step you take, you wonder where the next fist will strike.
The battle has begun, where is the enemy, all around, inside and out,
And he's feeding on fear.
If this is make believe, how come I feel so real?
If I'm imagining, how do I get out of here?
Very scary, for all of us here in my head.
Must I worry if I don't even know where I've been?
Whatever time is, I guess that life makes you sore.
And to cure your troubled mind, everything on your path gets destroyed.
Nothing leads to nothing, or so we are told.
So why not live it up, take a chance, be brave and be bold.
Very scary, for all of us here in my head.
Must I worry if I don't even know who I am?
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