Songs That I Like.

Not Sure

How long will it take for these ties for you to break?
They're much stronger than I thought.

And I'm not sure that I'll get over you.
I'm not sure that I want to.

How long till you're gone from every troubled thought?
'Cause you're still here to heal what's wrong.

And I'm not sure that I'll get over you.
I'm not sure that I want to.

We both made the call but it was only my fault.
Such a beautiful view, with a long way to fall.
I was afraid how it could hurt to leave the safety up above, but if it doesn't, it's not love.

How long till I don't feel like you're still right here, reminding me of what is real?

I'm not sure that I'll get over you.
I'm not sure that I want to.

I'm not sure that I'll get over you.
I'm not sure that I want to.



Beauty and the Mess

Blue water, blue eyes color me.
If any could come this close, I would let them see.
Get it out again, and play 'em one more song.
It's all they really want and who's to say that's wrong?

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they get of you is what they get out of the show.
The rest is mine, I guess, the beauty and the mess, to hide.

I pull myself under, and down I go again.
It's just a little bit hard, letting them in.
Looking at the world through elusive eyes.
I hide in the spotlight, it's a great disguise.

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they, all they get of you is what they get out of the show.
The rest is mine, I guess, the beauty and the mess, to hide.

Behind the melody the words don't mean a thing.
But every tone I play, I give whatever I've not said away.
Behind the melody the words don't mean a thing.
But every tone I play, I give whatever I've not said away.
Behind the melody the words don't mean a thing.
But every tone I play would give whatever I've not said away.

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they, all they get of you is all they get of you is what they get out of the show.
The rest is mine, I guess, the beauty and the mess.

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they get of you is what they get out of the show.
The rest is mine, I guess, the beauty and the mess.
The rest, the rest, is mine, I guess, the beauty and the mess.
The rest, the rest, is mine, I guess, I guess, the beauty and the mess, to hide.



Let Your Love Be Strong

In this world of news, I've found nothing new, I've found nothing pure.
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth could be fact and form - that love could be a verb.
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed.

As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh.
Let the trains watch over the tide and the mists, spinning circles in our skies tonight.
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles, maybe our stars are unanimously tired.

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down.
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud.
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes.
All of my world hanging on your love.

Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin.
Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart, train the monkeys on my back to fight.
Let it start tonight, when my world explodes.
When my stars touch the ground, falling down like broken sattelites.

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down.
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud.
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your skies.
All of my world hanging on, all that I am resting on your love.



Hello Hurricane

I've been watching the skies, they've been turning blood red.
No doubt in my mind anymore, there's a storm up ahead.

Hello hurricane, you're not enough.
Hello hurricane, you can't silence my love.
I've got doors and windows boarded up, all your dead end fury is not enough.
You can't silence my love, my love.

Everything I have, I count as loss.
Everything I have is stripped away.
Before I started building, I counted up these costs.
There's nothing left for you to take away.

Hello hurricane, you're not enough.
Hello hurricane, you can't silence my love.
I've got doors and windows boarded up, all your dead end fury is not enough.
You can't silence my love, my love.

I'm a fighter, fighting for control.
I'm a fighter, fighting for my soul.
Everything inside of me surrenders.
You can't silence my love.
You can't silence my love, yeah.

Hello hurricane, you're not enough.
Hello hurricane, you can't silence my love.
I've got doors and windows boarded up, all your dead end fury is not enough.
You can't silence my love.

Yeah, I said, 'hello, hurricane.'

Pretty much all I can say is, I love music, and if it bothers you, well... too bad. I pity you. Everyone should love music. And... yeah.