Die Alone

live together, die alone - secrets break free from this feeling in me if you give a little all you gotta do is trust me break free from this feeling in me if you give a little all you gotta do is trust me attached at the hip i need some room to breat

And I would do anything for a letter from you I never thought things would go this way What should I say Never thought they would pull my name What should I say? I'll find a way to write you back someday What should I say Never thought they would pul

I've always imagined you with your face on a twelve gauge! You've tested me Did you want me to stand still? I never thought that this would happened But apparently time stands still Look up to the sky I can see you from here I told you to move And I

I see you! You thought you got it all figured out Well I beg to differ Make your own path for me We will not follow What the hell is the point anyway tell me? Oh, the story goes This truth hurts more than lies (I've never seen this side of you before

This is where we come to life Telescopes catch from across the room My hands are shaking hearts are beating and I can't see straight Lucky me walking right over to you Right into your life and I said come with me Run with me Can't you see that the sk

I roll over and go to reach for you, you're gone This bed's empty without you You said you're moving on But I'm having some trouble getting there But dwelling ain't getting me, uhh, anywhere Fuckin' Valentine's Day Fuck February, stuffed teddy bear,

Call the pilot tell him we're going down I am not afraid Call the doctor tell him I'm feeling down I am not afraid I think you need to lie A little better than you seem to do So start believing me When and what I say to you There's something behind t

Walked all around through London Town Hung awhile on Carnaby What happened to the Soho What happened to Kings Road A revolution blitze Completely smashed to bits Of kids, what about the future I thought that there was none Die Alone! A queens jubilee

Last night I had a dream Oh, she was laying in her bed, thinking of me Painting pictures on her pillowcase with makeup and saline At the same time I just left I painted birds on my chest and I headed west With a military sack on an Oregon four-fifty

Ingrid Michaelson: Die Alone I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head. Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread. Something tastes different, maybe it's my tongue. Something tastes different, suddenly I'm not so young. I'm just a str