call When Sunny gets blue She breathes a sigh of sadness Like the wind that stirs the tree Wind that sets the leaves to swayin' Like some violins are
really get it, this HQ is alive and alone, no driveway no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song, and i
lawn Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise In memory of what we used to call in love And only time will tell if violins will swell In memory
When Sunny gets blue, she breathes the sigh of sadness Like the wind that stirs the trees Wind that sets the leaves to swaying like some violins are
would say 'i want you more' They would say 'hey - never felt like this before' And that you would always be The one for me Just two people making memories
your ancestors memory By craftsmen restored In twisted shape Only the Maledicted Ears Can ever hear the illusions Of Breathing Kill the violins metal
toe, Threw away his crutch and hollered, "let 'er go!" Oh, honey, hail! hail! the gang's all here For an Alabama jubilee Mandolins, violins, Hear the
on Is that the way that you want it played? (Manuscripted memories) I can breathe (Sound with no electricity) I can see concentration lines on the face of serious music (Manuscripted memories
to war 'Cause the hippies tore down everything that he was fighting for. Or the lovers on the blankets That the city turned to whores With memories
call out from his past Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades
call When Sunny gets blue, she breaths a sigh of sadness Like the wind that stirs the trees Wind that sets the leaves to swaying Like some violin is
, play me a blues song and fade down the light I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight Just let me dream on, oh, just let me sway While the sweet violins
The side effects of fate He finally hit rock bottom But he was still clawing for the abyss There'll be no more goosesteps where we're going Only sex and violins
in utter shame Denounced, disgraced We bury you now still while you breathe Dead as the void that you've left here in me Deeper and deeper spent memories
want from me? Money and the record deal free tickets to the shows and the free meal What you got for me? Besides, or your hang ups and sob stories The violins
though her eyes Are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein Disguised as Robin Hood With his memories
we cherished lost, we can start again. So play your violin and breathe the sulphur in take it on the chin as London sheds its skin. Play your violin