Dead boys don't cry Oh si you ti reda O yo tu si era Lo yo tu so lo ra No wonder why You'll see them ride the midnight sky For they can't die

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

Even the stars fall for you Every star up in the sky Has got your name on it tonight And they don't stand a chance like I know I don't And girl you can't tell me that you can't see The kind of spell you put on me You gotta know just what you do I

A machine heart (a machine heart) I let you do it too I pushed and pulled it I don't have a machine heart Can't tell it to stop, no burden to push the sky You'll see it break, you'll see it fall apart But it ain't calculated It ain't by the rules And you

Holy Mother, where are you? Tonight I feel broken in two. I've seen the stars fall from the sky. Holy mother, can't keep from crying. Oh I need your help this time, Get me through this lonely night. Tell me please which way to turn To find myself again.

Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky I just can't stop the feeling So if I hurt your feelings Don't seem to go away (Nothing else to say) (Don't take it the wrong way) It's just because I'm

This feeling is heavy Makes my body ache and I’m ready To fall into the sky The reason why My heart is heavy Takes me to a place I can’t breathe Only then I know why I see The warning sign

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands I remember the day that he came in I can't believe how long it's been Like a poet, he began to play