“Together, we (will, can, must) (rule, change, destroy) the (world, our victims, the people in this bar).”
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am; too busy looking, to find you. And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I’m not sure…
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map