Thorn in my side You're always there Just to remind me That I still care Thorn in my side You won't let me go Right there beside me To let me know I
Will the circle be unbroken? Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye There's a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky I was standing by the window
The Circus Lyrics THE GIRL: I remember a jet slowly scraping Low and heavy across a sky of slate I remember the angle of your elbow As it doubled
Well the sun don't shine where it used to And the angels are hidin' their heads People don't listen to their hearts anymore Seems the good men all are
Mama used to say to me, you can make your destiny Keep your feet planted on the ground You can always get it back, make a castle from a one room shack
Don't break the circle Don't break the circle Don't break the circle Don't break the circle Concentrate, I'm your contact link across the great divide
There are loved ones in the glory, Whose dear forms you often miss; When you close your earthly story, Will you join them in their bliss? Refrain
As if afloat, as if afraid The spirits meet Waited for an age It was a lesson sent Abstract and numbed Abstract and bleak Patience lent His test of patience
Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes live, visions elude As your feeble breath is torn Six sinister thorns of beauty The claws
We were not born into sin We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless traditionalism shaped into the guise of human nature Human
In paranoia I find genius But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence A hatchet has been hidden between my eyes A hatchet gift-wrapped in
Engineers of the dead Architects of destiny A dying grace, a gift Our lives are saved by our own incoherence Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia
With the absence of order existence is impossible With the absence of chaos evolution is only a hallucination Submit to the whims of your subconscious
It?s all right to take me down Between the hook and the line I took It?s all right to drag the lake And find the things you love They won?t wait in line
I've got myself deep this time, deep this time Tons of frustration builds in mine, builds in mine And it shows me nothing, it shows me nothing at all
She grew up without very much She didn't know who her father was She met a boy and her heart he stole So she gave him all her body and her soul She's
Written about Layla Al-Atar, a cherished Iraqi artist who was killed when a missile struck her home, instead of it?s intended target, a building where