can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name?

twisting your arms, holding out their hands and tugging at your sleeve,

do you feel this underlying sense of urgency or are you as blind as me?

I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight,

I swear I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere now

I can't bear the thought of losing,

on clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, on windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore

the traffic lights silently change a thousand times a day but I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting

if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up? If I turned back all these clocks would that be time enough?

If I could paint how I feel, I'd draw bullseye on your forehead my anger is not misdirected unless it somehow misses you

time spent on hate, is time gone to waste , I watch you point and click your life away

so cast the stones that I'll gladly catch

and I'll throw them right back, I stand behind the things I say, you type the words you won't say to my face

they turn the lights down low,

in shadows hiding from the world,

only coming out when it gets cold

the seas part when they hit the floor,

the voices carry on and out the door

and everything you touch turns into gold

like the angel you are you laugh creating a lightness in my chest,

your eyes they penetrate me,

(your answer's always 'maybe')

that's when I got up and left

the day I learn to fly , I'm never coming down

on perfect I'll rise through the layers of the clouds

and from there I see the neon grids of cities
and six million people that keep their fires lit

I threw a party in my name

but the hours crawled by and no one came

so I bowed my head and I prayed for wings

to take me from this place... from you

is this the point where we give up?

is this the point where we give in?

is this the point where we turn ourselves in?

is this the time to ask questions?

is this the time to seek answers?

is this the time to throw it all in?

when enough is enough that's when you know that you're halfway there

when enough is enough that's when you know that you're halfway there

I never claimed to be something more than me,

your standards are something that I refuse to see,

I will answer only to myself,

so why don't you police someone else

the place I call home isn't there anymore,

with boards on the windows and locks on the door,

so pick up the pieces that never once fit,

let this be the end of it

once you held a place for me,

[Originally by Journey]

Any way you want it

thats the way you need it

Anyway you want it

She loves to laugh

she loves to sing

she does everything

she loves to move

she loves to groove

she loves a lot of things

All night

All night

oo everynight

so hold tight

hold tight

ooo baby hold tight

any way you want it

thats the way you need it

our building have fallen, our walls all caved in, and we can't comprehend this sad state that we're in so we sift through the ashes of what we've become and surrender here one by one, so push us down

and we get right back up again, the things you're telling me aren't making any sense, right back up again, I'm sick of wishing for someone else to come

so come test, so come and break me,

so come on intoxicate me with hands tied behind my back,

I fight and wait for you to strike

a new problem we can't stop them,

we're outnumbered and uncautioned,

a rally cry ring out into the night

so pride yourself on what you are,

hold them all to words they can't take back,

I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams where fires die

simply because you can breathe,

doesn't mean you're alive,

or that you really live,

this life here has taken its toll
and she just doesn't know how much more she can give

but here, at the top of the world, I raise my hands and I clench my fists,

they stand before me below demanding the answers with flips of a switch

I don't understand where you got this idea,

information kept to myself and everyone wants to know, I trust the words of nobody else cause I've been there before, your voice is wasted 'cause I'm not listening

the calloused fingers are wrapped around a black ball-point pen, these eyes don't wander as far as they at one time did, I've seen the future, it's fading faster

no place that I'd rather be than right here, right now