It's calling me back to my home HomeIt's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch The Sleeper: Shine- lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade

Voy buscando una lady Como tú la quiero así Quiero que te enamores Como estoy yo de ti A casa enviarte flores Y en tu nombre escribir Mil canciones de amores Pa’ que pienses en mí Sé que buscas a alguien que

Heed the darksome maid A murky presage roaming the land To silence the skylarks chant The somber kiss is at hand To impart the crimson robe Dancing across this equinox To relegate persistence As the bleak darkness grows A cryptal impellent, devoted to

Yeah yeah yeah oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in

F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f-foolin' If you're really there and you really care 'Cause baby I'm not Is anybody out there, anybody there Does anybody wonder, anybody care Oh, I just gotta to know Lady luck never smiles So lend your love to me awhile Do with me

How can we disguise this awful truth? Hush now, you're standing on a land mine Tread lightly, get ready to explode Keep your wits about, don't let it bring you down Don't let it bring you down x6 Hush now, those eyes cannot harm you Don't let it bring

No games, ohhh Love you girl Do you feel the same Baby just play it straight straight I doh wanna play, games You're the only that can out my flame Girl I want you (all time) I'll forever love you (you're mine) I'm not mad even though I'm sad (cause you)

Just one more thing Can we fix it back in the pocket See I, I want a lady I can put stock in All I need to know is Do we fit in the pocket, When the dreams and the drums start rocking I want a bass and back beat to lock in I want to know real love's not

Run from your pain! I was staring at the sky Singin' toxic lullabies I was starin' at the sky Screaming words with no remorse Pitchforks pointed at my heart

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'