Sleeping with Ghosts

since were feeling so anesthetised in our comfort zone reminds me of the second time that i followed you home were running out of alibis from the second of may reminds me of the summer time on this winters day see you at the bitter end see you at the

placebo - this picture i hold an image of the ashtray girl as the cigarette burns on my chest i wrote a poem that described her world that put my friendship to the test and late at night whilst on all fours she used to watch me kiss the floor whats w

Everything's forgotten Everything's so rotten Why don't you release me? Why don't you just tease me? I don't think I need you anymore I don't think I need another whore I just feel like you should wait Time will tell before it's too late When all is

The sea's evaporating Though it comes as no surprise These clouds we're seeing Their explosions in the sky It seems it's written But we can't read between the line Hush It's okay Dry your eye Dry your eye Soulmate dry your eye Dry your eye Soulmate d

" English Summer Rain " - Placebo Always stays the same, nothing ever changes 總是千篇一律,一成不變 English summer rain seems to last for ages 英國的夏季雨似乎持續了很久 Always stays the same, nothing ever changes 總是千篇一律,一成不變 English summer rain seems to last for ages

Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed Remember me whenever noses start to bleed Remember me, special needs Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour Just 19 and

placebo - i'll be yours i'll be your water bathing you clean the liquid piece i'll be your ether you'll breathe me in you won't release well i've seen you suffer, i've seen you cry the whole night through so i'll be your water bathing you clean liqui

Come on Balthazar I refuse to let you die Come on fallen star I refuse to let you die 'Cause that's wrong and I've been waiting far too long It's wrong I've been waiting far too long For you to be... be... be... be... be mine For you to be mine... be

Protect Me From What I Want It's the disease of the age It's the disease that we crave Alone at the end of the rave We catch the last bus home Corporate America wakes Coffee republic and cakes We open the latch on the gate Of the hole that we call ou