| I stay at home with my disease, ain't this position familiar darling? But all monkeys do what they see. |
Counting Crows, |
Perfect Blue Buildings |
| I'm an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame. I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame. |
Counting Crows, |
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby |
| Just hiding from daylight, watching TV. |
Counting Crows, |
Hangin' Around |
| When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me. We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how. |
Counting Crows, |
Mr. Jones |
| Someone stole my shoes, but there is a couple of bananas and a bottle of booze. |
Counting Crows, |
Holiday In Spain |
| Every word is nonsense, but I understand. |
Counting Crows, |
Anna Begins |
| I say my prayers, then I just light myself on fire and walk out on the wire. |
Counting Crows, |
Goodnight Elisabeth |
| Believe in me, cause I don't believe in anything, and I wanna be someone to believe. |
Counting Crows, |
Mr. Jones |
| Come and waste another year, all the anger and the eloquence are bleeding into fear. |
Counting Crows, |
Daylight Fading |
| I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass. |
Counting Crows, |
Long December |
| If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame. |
Counting Crows, |
Mrs. Potters Lullabye |
| In between the moon and you, the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. |
Counting Crows, |
Round Here |
| Open up your eyes, you can see the flames of your wasted life. You should be ashamed. |
Counting Crows, |
Murder By One |
| Miller's fingers are traveling down the length of her thigh, but Miller's mind is still wandering staring up at the sky. |
Counting Crows, |
Miller's Angels |
| Gray is my favorite color. |
Counting Crows, |
Mr. Jones |
| Time expands and then contracts when you are spinning in the grips of someone who is not an ordinary girl. |
Counting Crows, |
Hard Candy |
| We couldn't all be cowboys, some of us are clowns. Some of us are dancers on the midway, we roam from town to town. |
Counting Crows, |
Goodnight Elisabeth |
| If everything is nothing, then are we anything? |
Counting Crows, |
Einstein On The Beach |
| I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand. |
Counting Crows, |
Catapult |
| Everyword is nonsense, but I understand it all. |
Counting Crows, |
Anna Begins |
| It's all a lot of oysters and no pearls. |
Counting Crows, |
Long December |
| We talk just like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs. |
Counting Crows, |
Round Here |