|
|
choose your poison and don't look back
|
|
|
everything's going downhill
|
|
|
half inside, half outside
|
|
|
i'm convinced we can make it
|
|
|
rolling like thunder under the covers
|
|
|
some things look better baby
|
|
|
sometimes, good things happen.
|
|
|
so near and yet so far away
|
|
|
the view above me was always the same
|