Lyrics Quotes - Page 3

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) ... But the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin.

Still haunted by the love, light and darkness we shared. encumbered to smile and breathing becomes an art; when you don’t fucking feel anything.

My task is set before me, girl
My mission clear and true
There’ll be black knights and dragons, girl
But I will always come for you…

Music is the secret language that effortlessly connects our bodies, our minds, and our souls. I’m addicted to the lyrics - they speak to me in a way only he and I will understand. So, until it’s safe to speak my mind, I’ll speak to him through lyrics. I’m addicted to him. He’s a song I never want to end.

I find peace when I'm confused, I find hope when I'm let down, not in me but in you.

It isn't 'Too late now', shouldn't it be 'From now on'?
That is the password that will take away the regret.

My melon soul
Crushed by your Gallagher of apathy

One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.

God, come down, if you're really there -
Well, you're the one who claims to care!

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.

Don't be afraid of the dark
Look inside
Grab your heart
Let it shine

If it's dark outside
Shine your light

If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

Virgin suicide
What was that she cried?
No use in stayin'
On this holocaust ride
She gave me her cherry
She's my virgin suicide

a foreign affair juxtaposed with a stateside
and domestically approved romantic fancy
is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances knowing
it will only be parlayed into a memory

Millions cheer the warrior
spilling blood across the ring
while the one who stands for peace
is ridiculed and shamed.
Must hearts forever suffer
from ignorance and greed?
Can bombs heal our souls
or set our spirits free?

Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing
I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving
And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding
Life without you has no goddamn meaning

And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together

It might feel like the end of the world-
but it's the beginning of your art.