Open your eyes A chill passes you by A premonition coming strong, Rich with desire A superstition in disguise Draws me into where I belong Have you ever wondered why

I see the candle light burning in your Eyes, flareing up my eyes in flames On this pitch-black summer night Of passion and pain The razor caressed my flesh And my arms turned red, I feel a vast desire Years of pain are flowing down my arms. Sweet, red,

Can I change your mind? Racey days help me through the hopeless haze But my, oh, my Tragic eyes, I can't even recognize myself So if the answer is no Out again, a siren screams at half-past ten And you won't let go While I ignore, that we both felt like

In a land of desire, your heart filled with fire We will sail on, forever on To the land of the evening star The land of the evening star You live for the right to be free We'll be one tonight Don't you shut your eyes in silence Tonight gather near, come

Sirens have come to take you away Can you hear them calling from the seas Amenity, so beautiful Oh, those golden eyes, the big disaster (Destruction) The gentle touch has pulled me under (I can't breathe) Sirens Take you away

The joys of love are but a moment long The pain of love endures the whole life long Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine You brought me heaven right there when your eyes kissed mine My love loves me, a world of wonder I see A rainbow

You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All

We'll show you the world and we'll teach you a trade It's not a job, it's an adventure, oh yes sir, I got that Ah, but you never told me I'd get my ass shot at Oh, you'll meet lots of new friends and you're sure to get paid You never told me I'd get my

Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full One for the master One for the dame And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Three bags full.

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You