Too Much Alike Nobody in this barren land Told me how to be your man, oh man No need to get too cynical I’m post-teenage, new radical We’re too much alike Guidelines covered in mystery Replay our broken symphony Yet, echoes of that melody Still prove my inability We’re too much alike You got your heartburns and I got mine Melody I Hear In Your Heartbeat Old scars of a pop song Made me think of another one The taste of evolution In the state of confusion The days of disorder will come in wrong order And sneak past your lines [loststation] The days of disorder will come in wrong order And shine in her eyes It’s the melody I hear in your heartbeat My partner on fuckups Getting caught in your love buzz The cool moves you pull on us Don’t seem to affect much [lstostatino] Cause you get what you want And you get what you want It’s the melody I hear in your heartbeat Anyway I Don’t Smoke That Shit Gazing, gazing in your room, wondering, Will you, will you want me in, will you want me in? Will you let me in? Every opportunity that I have lost Came with a promise but it would have cost Now you kept your mind in your modern ways When I loved the ghost of my old days I’m a protagonist too far away from your heart I think I better leave now But I don’t seem to know how Lately, I haven’t been myself around you now Oh yeah, lately Cause anyway I don’t smoke that shit Waiting, watching your doorknob Listening, Neil Young singing Neil Young’s singing Every opportunity that I have lost Came with a promise but it would have cost Now you kept your mind in your modern ways When I lost the count of my old dates I’m a protagonist too far away from your heart Cause anyway I don’t smoke that shit Lilac Mark [loststatino] Looking for a shelter on a rainy evening Found a tree just beside your road Then under the tree you lean on me And everything will be fine again Then we could start a few... Friendly fights and blinding sunlights The blinding sunlights And everything will be fine again Then we could start a few... You confuse me with those words you’re reading You delude me with those dreams of speaking When bound, not yet unwilling Looks like our springs leaking And everything will be fine again Then we could start a few... You confuse me with those words you’re reading You delude me with those dreams of speaking Kings Of The Modern Times Your words like violins echo in the night When I hit the city and drown in the lights Your words like violins echo in the night To face the heat of the modern times Should know better what I’m feeling Seems to be no hidden meanings Your words like violins echo in the night To ignore your smile, is sometimes all right Show me solitude, gimme the solitude [loststation] In every story, I cannot get my message through And every story seems to lack a point of view Your words like violins echo in the night When I hit the city and speed in the lights Your words like violins echo in the night And my jetlag blues is getting close behind Show me solitude, gimme the solitude In every story, I cannot get my message through And every story seems to lack a point of view And every story has to have an end for you Now don’t you worry, cause unfortunately it’s not true Lost Station All the edgy shakes and tics Pointless turns and shifts Your parallels don’t exist As it all breaks down to this The ugly things you confess Neat and nicely dressed Guess everyone tries their best To overcome distress There’s no telling how these things end up If you don’t know your heart Illicit Karma Shivers and the goose bumps Odd moods and recoveries Stuck like a bubblegum Stumbling in your own schemes [noitatstsol] No rest on a shipwreck, Cause time flies like kerosene Put a clock in your pocket That little evil machine, Eh? Mean little machine They say that we’re going nowhere If they say that we’re there soon My illicit karma shins on you Better hide in your trench coat And jump on my hunchback Like losing your last smoke Or poking your pussycat Pussycat They say that we’re going nowhere If they say that we’re there soon My illicit karma shins on you Barry Barry’s at the post-office till the midnight Counting hours, counter-clockwise Nobody has told him Nobody has told him Nicotine brown fingers tapping table From what are sad men like him made of? From what are they made of? Tell me my friend How long I have to pretend That I’m still feeling ill? Feel ill Guess it’s no big surprise, when it’s your only advice Think again my old friend, think again He came to believe in all the wrong temptations A little too late to face the accusations It will come back to haunt him [loststation] Will come back to haunt him Tell me my friend How long I have to pretend That I’m still feeling ill? Feel ill Guess it’s no big surprise, when it’s your only advice Think again my old friend, think again Don’t get upset Don’t get offended Stop Stop A talk talk without a stop A speak straight out of a heart The coastline and the open sea I wish you drown in serenity I have lost my right To frame you with my obsessive lines A word I shouldn’t say out loud But I cannot help, but I cannot help myself I’m waiting for you I’m waiting for you [lstationost] No time to give in You, supernatural thing Ashtray full of cigarettes I drank my last cup of bitterness The days on repeat Fall short on [niotatstsol] routines of deceit I’m waiting for you I’m waiting for you The time to give in You, supernatural thing Say, you’re a fool and I’ll be too A lifeguard waiting to be saved Something Beautiful I’m falling in something beautiful And you don’t mean a thing to me All your needs are too hard too please Cause I’m too ordinary It’s hard to see hope When you’re sailing on a leaking boat Tell me it’s a joke Cause I know that I choke on those terms Your terms The distant beat of apologies A cruel lack of empathy Your smile like thousand fireflies on me It’s hard to see hope When you’re sailing on a leaking boat Touch Of Fear Think it’s fair to say It is not okay That I have to put up your display That’s when you’re all right, I could do better I know you think it’s obscene Look, I don’t mean to be mean But it is too late to turn the wheel You need to straighten up man and get your act back together [noitatstsol] Sooner or later I will find a place I can call home Sooner or later the story will keep coming on Sooner or later I will find a place I can call a home, Sooner or later you’ll be nothing but a number on my phone Hey, I say that I’m stuck When I know that I’m not Don’t you know I’m just making it up? Like I had a plan of a common man and stuff At the end of the day It is needles to say Only our own reflections to blame We think we’re all right, but we can do better Sooner or later I will find a place I can call home Sooner or later the story will keep coming on And on and on The words will follow the turns and find us Will find us I believe everything when you tuck me in findTHElostSTATION