broke it up after heart lab the archives can still be found down town be not afraid, be notified come on this hayride a time to kill and time to heal time to leave this town for real
I had to ask, my head is light come on, this just might fly a time to kill and time to heal I was burning every clue you would too, if you knew mmm aching sure there's nothing lonelier than a migraine in new york the sun is shining like a promise here comes your cure here comes my piece of mind these are guilty times, I let it go I had to ask, my head is light come on, this just might fly it's hard to land, I understand but any answer you think you had threw us all back in time take the tour there's nothing lonelier than to make believe in new york the sun is shining and I smile right back then close my eyes: here it comes the end of times