Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow He really knows how to cry If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby of Birdland

Forgiveness is all we have Nothing else will give you A peace of mind When will this end Are you willing to just let go Get into a well of A tainted stain Got the beating of that Will we dig you

I can't find the words to say They're overdue When these pillars get pulled down It will be you who wears the crown And I'll owe everything to you How much pain has quaked your soul? How much love would make you whole? You're my guiding lightning strike

East is up, I'm fearless when I hear this on the low East is up, I'm careless when I wear my rebel clothes East is up, when Bishops come together they will know that Dema don't control us, Dema don't control Fire, Nico and the Niners We'll win but not

Hold up, wait All of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves One day, I will forget their name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name (hold up, wait!) When I was twenty-seven every night I had dreams

Nothing matters but the pain Nothing matters but the pain, you're all alone The never ending night when you're awake There will be the time to crack another smile Maybe not today or for a while But we're holding on you won't forget some day You can't

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends And we all get together when we bury our friends And you're walking away Do what it takes to survive cause I'm still here And I will die in this place Well you can hide a lot about yourself But honey, what

When will we get The time to be Just friends? Just friends, just friends? Can we be alone? It's never safe for us Not even in the evening 'Cause I've been drinking Not in the morning

We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be I’ll take my time Happier than me No point in dreaming if you’re alone

I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me When we were in love, if we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove So