I've got a friend in L.A.
He's got problems, everyone knows
He
Years go by like minutes
You never do the things you
They tell me I ought to go
I tell them they
Water into wine
Food for the hungry, sight for the blind
Steps
Day
The day begins, I'm only half awake
Grey
The color of the
You say that God means nothing to your life
But that's
Mother stares at the empty bed
Still haunted by the words
Tonight is the night
You choose who to follow
That hole in
All your life, you've waited to know
Something real, or someone
The line to your heart is just like a telephone
Everything
