Sikth Lyrics
Sikth Lyrics
"Peep Show Lyrics"
Sometimes You Just Can't Win Lyrics
written by Smokey Stove © 1962, 1979 Glad Music Company (BMI) Just when the sun shines the brightest And the world looks alright again Then the clouds fill the skies
written by Smokey Stove © 1962, 1979 Glad Music Company (BMI) Just when the sun shines the brightest And the world looks alright again Then the clouds fill the skies
An inquisitive mind
Will always tune into the world beyond.
Curiously you'll find yourself
Observing it all with intrigue.
So keep a close eye
Such a detailed awareness
Helps you to feel alive...
You're always watching,
But it's only watching.
This voice so confident
And proud of chanting opinions
Stuck in his verbal crusade
Ranting an invente
Don't Make Me Ashamed Lyrics
Don't make me ashamed of things that you say or do Don't make me regret that I fell in love with you I'm pleading with you to love, honor and obey Though others may tempt you remember our
d positionDon't make me ashamed of things that you say or do Don't make me regret that I fell in love with you I'm pleading with you to love, honor and obey Though others may tempt you remember our
You're only ever a witness
To what you want to see
You're glorifying this misperception.
So in love with the sound of you own voice
And why? You would talk for eternity
The watcher runs
With the circles of his debate
And in the end, what's been achieved?
So fill your head
With what you think you understand.
My ears grow tired
Of lis
When We Were There Lyrics
Can you say you understand this time But it's the last thing that you wanted, at the race, your life? Can you say you never felt alive, but it's the first time that you ever saw me do
tening to this constant recitalCan you say you understand this time But it's the last thing that you wanted, at the race, your life? Can you say you never felt alive, but it's the first time that you ever saw me do
Lend yourself only when it suits
For this worthy cause, for this worthy cause
Feed the elevation that you so desperately, so desperately...
In all these words in which you preach
I would have thought you'd act.
But you're sitting too comfortably
In a land so distant
Watching for entertainment...
And in this voice of confidence
Written by Jerry Cantrell Day break, wind is blowing strong No escape, caught on a reef in the storn Castaway, licking his cracked lips sore Patient, waits, hoping the rats re
Bound to his verbal crusade
Preaching his invented position.
These tones will always
Deceive the unfamiliar
Still glorifying your misperception.
So in love with the sound of you own voice
And why? You would talk for eternity
The watcher runs
With the circles of his debate
And in the end, what's been achieved?