we are messengers of memory, just whispers in time

i've always longed for, it could still happen, how do i master the perfect day?

and if you want to find me, i'll be out in the sandbox

i thought what i felt was simple

how strange it is to be anything at all

i don't start it, but i can tell you how it ends

tonight let's dance like demons do

i've heard it said that the thrill of romance can be like a heavenly dream

i heard woodrow wilson's guns

sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing

the stars started falling out of a night cloud from a clear midwestern sky

the day will come, the sun will rise and we'll be fine

the genius staggers home, are you better off alone.

making good trouble, just to keep moving on

i thought the future would be cooler

i never understood some types of love being wrong

are you a leader or will you follow, are you a fighter or will you cower

you can use your ESP to learn to play guitar

do not attempt to leave the dancefloor

you give the sweetest kisses dear but you leave the stinger