Funeral Song

If these bare walls could sing They would sing us a funeral song Push their wooden words into your mouth They would not wish to be A burden to your tongue Would not wish to carry on Too long With no sorrow Ask no greater pardon Than the pattern Time

Television, and television. In Hollywood, in Hollywood. Stealing your pulse, and stealing your pulse. Breaking your heart, and breaking your heart. So long, summertime I'm not coming back. So long, summertime and I like it. Falling in love, and falli

i dumped you again i dont understand its happened before cant take it no more these foolish games always end up in confusion ill take you back just to leave you once again i died in my dreams whats that supposed to mean? got lost in the fire i died i