I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door, I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to...

All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere...

When it's not always raining there'll be days like this When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this When everything falls...

He was a hard-headed man He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty... In the heart of the cold, cold city (Life in the fast...

I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you It's Friday I'm in love Monday you can...