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And if, we fall, tonight, Would you hold me, help me survive, Cos I cant live alone, tonight. I'm in above my head, Im turning round to face you, Im feeling that I miss you, And everything you ever said is crashing round inside my head and everything you ever did is turning me around and I start to think I start to breathe I cant live alone tonight, If we fall tonight, If I can never make it right, will you miss me tomorrow, I miss you tonight, And we're changing so damn fast, we're turning i...

on weekends we go sliding, into a world of aspartame, where sunshine reeks of broken dreams, pure as the sea, drag my past up to the surface, so you can swim underneath, search for all the innocence, that we released. Cigarettes, taste like fun, when your thirteen, Forget about who you thought you were, now your part of the scene, These sugared words, make you sweat, or was it her scent, Think about, what you said, and what it was you meant. Take these words right out of my mouth, and tell me...

Not very long ago, I was lying awake in bed, unable to sleep, as is often the case. I usually find taht is it at these times that i can think most clearly, perhaps because in the darkness and silence I feel isolated from the rest of the world, and all the rules it imposes on our thoughts and actions. This particular night, I remebered something I had heard earlier about scientists searching for a Unified Theory of Everything, a sort of final theory that would bring everything together, and in...

stare down the barrel of a political gun, the leader,the man with the silver tongue, tell us we fight for the greater good, but wash these streets with our blood, dont talk so loud they might hear, dont whisper, it shows your fear. come out of the cities into the sun, the eagle has landed, the race is run. The cold war is over, a new one begun, come out of the cities and into the sun. streetlights set the corners ablaze, the glint in the eye of a stanley blade, a spoon and a lighter on the to...

The castle, the last sign of the past, looms down over a dreary settlement, of moth-ball coats and hooded jumpers, There is no empty space in this town, every space is occupied, by an automobile, or an autograph, proclaiming undying love, spelt with a 4. Car horns and dog howls, these are the lullabies of the vacant. The empty heads, lying, in what could have been empty beds, The nights have not been silent, since the castle first stood. Tonight, the roars of the drunken, chase the vacant sil...