the nightlife and the parties Temptation and a seat The order of the day WILLIE We'll it's a bloody Mary morning And I'm leaving baby Somewhere in L
my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere
confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet, flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within me, reaching out somewhere
skies Somebody show me How to get back to the simple life Out of the blue, temptation's all around me The train came along and I got on board Danced with
where it needs to be Yeah somewhere in between?somewhere in between Oh, and I finally know right where it needs to be Yeah somewhere in between?yeah somewhere
On a hillside in Hazzard Sets a new double-wide God's little acre Your paradise A poor boy found Heaven With a good country girl He had all he wanted
Mileage has taken its toll Paid it with lines to show You've had your fill of asphalt Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors Look like the habit controls
Before the gods read my lifelong sentence Before I get my share, before I walk alone Before they take away my last temptation Before my heart's deprived
chained me and then she played me, I was mesmerized When she gave me blood red roses They were wrapped in razor thorns She was sly in her temptation Then
I'll never take you home. You said you were seventeen But you are somewhere in-between That leads me on how old are you? Runaway to open arms You're just a girl with
predictable Hope slips through trained fingers, It's how it's always been I can't seem to tear myself away, been living in the past with my mistakes
All the foolish dreams in our head On the night we met I'm searching your eyes, have I seen you somewhere You're filling my thoughts with a strange intrigue
reach me With songs of your symmetry A small boat, there will float To far off coasts The Isle of Infinity Come with me...Come with me... Come with
with the knife of pleasure and pain One week of peace with your love One day of silence for your lust Lost in indulgence within a general frame Boy
smells from laboratories Facing-a dying nation Of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere
left me without warning Sometime in the night So I'm flying down to Houston With forgetting her the nature of my flight As we taxi down the runway With
confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere
(Pete Bellotte, Giorgio Moroder) Shade begins to steal the light Confusion throws another mystery It's out for focus with eye So now you wonder is this