Do you still believe in all the things That you stood by before? I hope they're on the front lines Or at home keeping score Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate Or would you rather be the architect Of what we might create? Are

Too powerful And you can't offer me escape Houses move and houses speak If you take me there you'll get relief Believe, believe, believe, believe Appliances have gone berserk I cannot keep up

I try to untie Manhattan So lit up, lit up, lit up alright Lit up, lit up, lit up alright I try to untie 'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood Bad blood for everybody I'm in control and I believe My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who

I've been waiting for her To the beat of a heart And believe me Give up my life for the rhythm For the beat of a heart Start it over to the rhythm Listen closely for the rhythm

'Cause I found you And I found you Yeah, I found you I cannot say what I'm feeling I finally believe in you I've traveled many roads Now my world is never changing If there's anything I can do 'Cause I found you, yeah

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life (yeah, yeah,

I don't want you on my mind all the time I believe that it shows a sign of weakness I don't want no lonely nights that gets me cryin' I found out I don't get nowhere with weakness Every dream about you I don't want all the time doin' up my mind I don't

The night a sinner kissed an angel, Stars in the sky were dancing One night perfect for romancing, He wanted thrills, she wanted love, Oh but his sighs were tender As he begged her to surrender, And she believed that it was love. How was she to know that

Love comes again Just when I've broken down I found Love can come again Of paths to be chosen All trails that we trek Shall lead us back to here Because our You gotta believe that You have become

Poor me this, poor me that Why do I keep looking back? It's not white, it’s not black Grey's the color that I see To love her Still can't believe he'd leave me Pour me another Found it in his closet