The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow will offer their heads for a prayer. You can’t find no salvation, you have no expectations anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it’s slippery and wet.
The executioner’s face is always well hidden.
Reality has always had too many heads.
Her profession’s her religion, her sin is lifelessness.
Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone.
They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes.
As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I’ll write a song about your restaurant.
A noble truth is a sacred creed.
Don’t think twice, it’s alright.
I’m one too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind.
It ain’t my cup of meat.
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.
You better start swimming, or you’ll sink like a stone. Because the times they are a-changing.
Whatever colors you have in your mind, I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shine.
Don’t Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You the Truth.
New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.
On the cliffs of your wild cat charms I’m riding.
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul...