-
By Jesus Jones, Understand that we don't dislike you
Nothing ever goes quite as
-
By Jesus Jones, Never met you but how I love you so
Never met
-
By Jesus Jones, I don't mind if I never ever meet you
I love
-
By Jesus Jones, Why don't you let someone be rude to youKick you
-
By Jesus Jones, Now mostly you don't like meAnd mostly that's okayThe mouth
-
By Jesus Jones, How time lfies when you're biting your lip 'til it
-
By Jesus Jones, It could just be me but there's a phoniness about
The
-
By Jesus Jones, Here come the getaway car
Inside the getaway star
Here come the
-
By Jesus Jones, Half up the hill, as near to you now as
-
By Jesus Jones, You can hear the night is calling with its sentences
-
By Jesus Jones, This is a message, this is a wake up call
If
-
By Jesus Jones, Driving me insane
All the people going nowhere
Going nowhere slow
All the
-
By Jesus Jones, Are you jealous, still super zealous?
Do you miss it or
-
By Jesus Jones, A lined red face burns in the sun, frying on
-
By Jesus Jones, The rocket ships of La Jolla are waiting to blast
-
By Jesus Jones, There's little left to fight except the demons inside
A pandemonium
-
By Jesus Jones, Should I hold you to the light would I see
-
By Jesus Jones, Oh we had some magic and used it all
There's a
-
By Jesus Jones, I played with the fire
Stared at the light, screamed at
-
By Jesus Jones, All the things I read come from, magazines
My concentration never
-
By Jesus Jones, In my life, there's a right time
And a right place
There
-
By Jesus Jones, Life to call our own that is ours alone
Is as
-
By Jesus Jones, Compromise and confusion steal us away
When they say ignorance is
-
By Jesus Jones, There is a line between good and evil
That separates light
-
By Jesus Jones, Include me out
You dig your own grave
You build your own
-
By Jesus Jones, Well, let's draw a picture have some fun (? ?
-
By Jesus Jones, The things that scare me most
Are the things that I
-
By Jesus Jones, It's your life, do what you want
It's your life, and
-
By Jesus Jones, Page after page, day after day
Dead people's lives are on
-
By Jesus Jones, Cut my skin so I could bleed for you
You didn't