Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an armageddon flame (hey!) The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howlin' out of key

You push the button and we'll do the rest There are things that I just cannot explain to you And those that I hope I don't ever have to The exotic sound of data storage Nothing like it First thing in the morning Bastard latin That's the best thing for it

Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract

Never let them tell you no Turn up your sound Stand up, twirl down No one's around Never let 'em tell you no Stand by the beach And let's get warm by the fire I had started this camp Because I had the desire to spread good vibes

I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and

Release your, inhibitions, and answer to the call. Leave behind this shell of flesh and bone. In the end we will answer to the call. The sound of footsteps approaching. A storm of shadows reveal a figure forlorn. Whispering voices that slither into our

Cause tonight will be alright Little darling Where you've been so long I've been out here thinking about ya And the feeling's real strong Well the time has come to celebrate You and me girl so sounds great Little darling, come on

Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and I must go There's no need for anger, there's no need for blame

Angel angel of Harlem It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me