Keep the noise low, She doesn?t want to blow it. 
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does "the show me around" 
Quickens your heartbeat, It beats me straight into the ground 
You don?t recover from a night like this. 
A victim, still lying in bed - completely motionless. 
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper. 
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, 
"This is so messed up." 
Upon arrival the guests had all stared, 
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs. 
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch. 
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships. 
(Up the stairs, the stat
Combat Baby lyrics


We used to leave the blue lights on and there was a beat
Ever since you have been gone it's all caffeine-free 
Faux punk fatigues
Said it all before
They try to kick it, their feet fall asleep
Get no harm done no 
None of them want to fight me

Combat baby come back baby 
Fight off the lethargy
ion where the act becomes the art of growing up.) 
He keeps his hands low, 
He doesn't wanna blow it. 
He's wet from head to toe, and his eyes give her the up and the down. 
His stomach turns, and he thinks of throwing up 
But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up. 
 
The fever, the focus, 
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. 
Die young and save yourself 
The tickle, the taste of... 
It used to be the reason I breathe,  
but now it's choking me up. 
Die young and save yourself. 
 
She hits the lights, 
This doesn't seem quite fair. 
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared. 
She's 
In Reflection lyrics


summer of evidence. the lights never lie. yet so long a delay, sparkling from in and out of the clouds. i will relay, the message sent...to all that matter. for i am a messenger, to find the lost...and make them whole. this comission i have taken to my heart...to the world. the curl is spent. darkening 
reathing quiet and smooth, 
He is gasping for air. 
"This is the first and last time", he says 
She fakes a smile, and presses her hips into his. 
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. 
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like. 
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. 
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her. 
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. 
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for... 
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.) 
So much more than he could ever give, 
A life full of lies and meaningful relationships. 
He keeps his hand
Mull Of Kintyre lyrics

Ref.: Mull of Kintyre... Oh mist, rolling in from the sea... My desire is always to be here! Oh, mull of Kintyre...

Far have I travelled and much have I seen: Dark distant mountains and valleys of green, past painted deserts... The sunset's on fire as he carries me home to the mull of Kintyre.

Ref.: Mu
s pinned down at his sides, 
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his gut to subside. 
 
The fever, the focus, 
The reason that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. 
Die young and save yourself. 
The tickle, the taste of 
It used to be the reason that I breathed,  
but now it's choking me up. 
Die young and save yourself. 
 
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes, the art of growing old. 
 
The fever, the focus, 
The reason that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. 
Die young and save yourself. 
The tickle, the taste of 
It used to be the reason that I breathed,  
but now it's choking me up. 
Die young and save yourself.