Lyrics Quotes

I was a fool for love, I was a fool.

We might be hollow, but we're brave

Light a candle for the sinners set the world on fire

My hands are small, I knowBut they're not yours, they are my ownBut they're not yours, they are my ownAnd I am never broken

If you're not creating, you're disintegrating.

I could be anything but for the faults that I've acquired on my way.

I once began to ask around what constitutes a good poem. It felt petty, in a sense. A boy would need no help in deciding which girls he thinks are pretty.

Music gives life to the soul.

So if the ties that bind ever do come looseTie them in a knot like a hangman's nooseCause I'll go to heaven or I'll go to hellBefore I'll see you with someone else.

Don't be afraid of the darkLook insideGrab your heartLet it shineIf it's dark outsideShine your light

Someday when we're older, we'll learn who to trust. But heroes and saviors, can't save folks like us.

I've been burdened with blame trapped in the past for too long, I'm moving on

When music hits you, you dance.

Music is awaken of soul.

But these clouds won’t leaveWalk awayBarely breathingAs I’m lying on the floorTake my heartAs you’re leavingI don’t need it anymore

I don´t need you to believe in me/I know how to change my destiny/Sit down, about to rewrite our history

Try to knock us down, we'll get up every time. "24/Seven

We're all made the same but then born to change. Which then don't make us the same.

I'd rather live one day as a lionthan live a hundred years as a sheepI'd rather reign in Hell than serve in Heavenlive my dream out in reality and not in my dreams

Protect me from my friendsI can take care of my enemies

All the faces on the photographs have changed, To not confuse it all, the names remain the same

She's no angel.He's no saint.

I've finally decided to write about profit for a changeBut before I really started I already started to feel lameBaby what's it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed

Believe, Believe, Believe.Anything is very possible.

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plansfor nobody.Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white. They are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Loneliness is a crowded room, Full of open hearts turned to stone, All together all alone

I'm not like themBut I can pretend

When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.

Sometimes we focus on the lyrics too much and forget to dance to the music.

Music is a great healer.

It's time to forget about the past, 
To wash away what happened last, 
Hide behind an empty face, 
Don't act too much, just say, 
'Cause this is just a game.

Sink, suffer, self-destruct Rise stronger, reconstruct

It isn't 'Too late now', shouldn't it be 'From now on'? That is the password that will take away the regret.

If the music is amazing, you can get away with anything.

If the ties that bind ever do come looseIf forever ever ends for youIf that ring gets a little too tightYou might as well read me my last rights.

I took your name when I took those vowsI meant 'em back then and I mean 'em right now.

A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

It's a breath you took too late.It's a death that's worse than fate.

like a soulmate he's your penguin

A journey inward may end in defeatFor life as we know it was made by machines

Take all of your wasted honorEvery little past frustrationTake all of your so-called problems, Better put 'em in quotations

Music is exciting and easy to enjoy, the rhythm and voice.It does not need interpretation. That is why it is called the Universal Language.

The pattern's laid out on the bedWith dozens of colors of threadBut you've got the needleI guess that's the point in the end

When something's fallen apart as many times as usI can't put it back together, it's not the same

Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance...at all.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?I'm falling to pieces

I took the sing from your song. I made a bed where you don't belong.