We're still waiting for the fire Seeing smoke and waiting for the fire We're still waiting for the fire We're still waiting for the fire Seeing smoke and
waters to rise Why do we cry out only when things go wrong? How would you feel if I only sang sad songs? The gavel slams the verdict is in And the
's your answer yes I like you I don't love you I can't love you yet These calls are getting longer and these nights go on and on and on forever I do
cry on My mom is my super hero My mom is my world All out of gas, no place to go And she knows just what I'll say She turns and laughs and opens up
If standing still and holding on Give yourself the chance to let go And make it more ...Praying with the crowd... Here is the song we wrote about you Here is the song
had one opportunity One chance just a chance to go and find ourselves (Like when we were young, when we were) Best friends running through the woods And
I'm not listening I swear, and yet Round round they spin like a record now Same false hopes built to be broke down Around and around I'm falling down
your heart Let 'em see just how beautiful you are So you head on down To the bottom near the river Just to wash away All the pain of today and yesterday And
Late night, driving home together And at red lights we press our lips together And we're holding tight now slow it down now Let's take our time Let the
From it (hoped for something more) From it He leans down to comfort her She is weeping and He Wraps His arms around And around and around and...
little love and faith Shove the papers into the case I'm heading home cause the hands just struck 8 And on and on it goes Tired of this repetition Over and over And
cast round, you seekers of the truth Accepting that reason will relive and breath and hope And chase and love for you and you and you
and knoew of, cast round, You seekers of the truth accepting that reasons will relive And breath and hope and chase and love For you and you and you
Suicide! Just as I thought, a bright light Greeted by friends and family, so life-like Black and in between screams and then peace Lookin' in the eyes of the grieved and
cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison wit all males And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes She'd exercise, (paint?,) and
, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
you in my life, Never wanna lose you and that's not a lie. This is our story, our own love story, How I met you and how you got to know me, This love
