It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone

I'm on the corner, waiting for a light to come on That's when I know that you're alone It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground Special unspoken without sound You told me you loved me, that I'd never die alone Hand over your heart, let's go

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Someone who never asks for love Are you that somebody Who sees a wall and breaks it Are you ready to fight just to see what's lost behind my flaws But knows how to take it Can you love me naked Take away the big shirts,

No one sees No one knows the pain No one sees what I see in you No one feels the same No one sees myself like you do DJ mash up, then mash up the deck The microphone champ is live and direct Tek time, everyting's live and that

Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don't want to fight I'm tired of being sorry I'm standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon I don't know why

When you think that no-one needs you Sees you or believes you No ones there to understand I'll be there to be that someone When you think that no one, is there to hold your hand And if you're in, you know I'm in I'm ready and I'm willing How you spend

Laying in the light Put out the fire in your head And lay with me tonight You are not alone She sees him laying in the bed alone tonight The only thing a touching him is a crack of light Pieces of her hair are wrapped around and 'round his fingers He

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more

No one sees the difference in the land Where the sky meets earth Form horizons Hand of stone Arm of strength Nature's fire Fist of gold Venom stains the lips and burns the tongue With vengeance and hatred Extremities forged in nature's fire

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style