The Music - David Usher
Album - Strange Birds (TBR March 20 2007)
Baby, Baby don't be late,
The world is ending, I can't change the way I feel about you now
New York is cold as ever.
Still I go out every night,
Hide myself among the lights,
Pray that all the pretty things, city brings
Blood is glistening and they shine
Like the styles we're born to die
Like these roses we all fade
(and) I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,
Lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives
Spinning out of control, lost in the music, in the music...
Baby, Baby please don't cry,
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, lay your conscience on the bed,
there's no one innocent here
In the mirror you'll find faith,
Plastic flowers never fade,
We all turn to gray
(and) I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,
Lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives
Spinning out of control, lost in the music, in the music!
I lost my way, I lost it all,
I lost my way...
Baby Baby, please don't cry,
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, pick yourself up off the bed,
There's no one innocent here
Bodies glisten and they shine
Like the stars we're born to die
Like these roses we all fade
(and) I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,
Lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives
Spinning out of control, lost in the music
I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,
Counting the lights and the end of it all,
Counting the cars on the freeway below
Lost in the music
In the music (x5)
Witches are hexy
