Running down the white line Drumming up a pastime Throwing a pink tirade Along came a spider And sat down beside her and said What you got to trade?
I'm praying for a band of fallen angels So beautiful I'm lonely for the touch of perfect strangers A tale of paradise to own For one night Fire reigns
A Place To Hide [The House Of Ocean Born Mary Suite - Part 13] (Marc Bonilla) Missed you at the table Telling how the world was round Fable after fable
Born in a free-fall Raised with a primal scream Found unconscious Living out a million dreams Paying for a rainbow With the wages of sin And do whatever
A cold wind has frozen over our choices And our reason All is solid rain now And Karma's on the run Say what you want to say Don't be careless with your
Miles away I see the trails of level flight I'm half to blame I saw no gain in gaining sight And on it goes We chase the rolling light And find it
Falling Down... Well, you can jump the guns and corners To save your place It'll never hide the guilt that's on your face And you can duck and dodge
So on it goes These tales of frozen life and finally cure ourselves In time
