The Dotted Line Thursday

The angels sing of someone coming down To wake us from a sleep thats broken Deeply wont shut up again Must be some sort of sign for us That things are going to change Its hard to dream Well you'll try

Dotted Lines Atmosphere

[Hook] I just wanna let you know Just wanna let you know [Verse 2] I never stepped in line to be the next in line Don't let the operator come and disconnect your line Keep it rolling even if you forget

The Dotted Line Zididada

I've been searching all my life Never had a peacefull mind (bridge) Guess I've never had the courage To embrace life as it came way I always felt the fear of disgrace Here's what I have to say (chorus)

The Dotted Line... Strata

Your knees are bruised up You don't even know what you're worshiping Outside the sun rises In the silence of another suicide scene There's nothing sacred here No, nothing's left clean Say it, say it, I

Porcelain Thursday

In time the seasons will seal these shards. Into the slits that denote your wrists. Death is the answer. To calculations composed of motions that are the same.

Vandalusia Robert Wyatt

Beyond the dotted line Over the border Out of control Behind the dotted line South of the border Beyond the pale Going too far

Running From The Rain Thursday

There was a sound Split all the heavens apart In on the northern view Out on the southern spark Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected

In Transmission Thursday

This sunlight cutting through the open fields. Can't be communicated by radio waves. And through this flashlight keyhole memory. Receive a thousand signals and can't respond.

Ian Curtis Thursday

We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thoughts keep leading back to him.

Into The Blinding Light Thursday

We stare into the blinding light To see what's between us It's red and it's white Like lies, like lipstick on last look goodbyes The substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst Into a string of lights

Sign On The Dotted Line Gerry Rafferty

Playing guitar Friday night in Sally's club bar Big money man says Won't you join my rock 'n' roll band But if I'm going to make you a star boy Get yourself a chauffer driven car yeah Sign on the dotted

For the Workforce, Drowning Thursday

cubicle without a name just numbers on the resume stored in the mainframe my fortune lay please take these hands throw them in the river wash away the things they never held please take these

Thursday Morphine

We used to meet every Thursday Thursday Thursday in the afternoon For a couple of beers and a game of pool We used to go to a motel a motel A motel across the street And the name of the motel was the Wagon

Thursday Cosmicity

Conversation enters the shallow zone I feel so alone on this side of the Booth We both play stupid as our feet collide I watch her eyes for clues i always find Sometimes life calls for strange Solutions

Thursday The Futureheads

Can anybody do The curse removal Is anyone here Feeling helpful?

Thursday The Weeknd

I love her, today Cause it's wednesday, I won't be late I don't need to know if you're feeling when I'm free Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday Sunday but on thursday thursday Not on monday

Thursday Asobi Seksu

for you My skin soaking wet My eyes searched for you It seems you lost your way You\'ve let it all fall apart Nothing\'s left here but you All you do is remind me Now that we\'ve lost our way The

Thursday Life Of Agony

You look like a...a PIG walking in the street! Your hands, your face-filthy! You disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house! You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!

Thursday EXO-CBX (첸백시)

한걸음을 딛으려 해 내일의 태양이 뜨면 아주 조금씩 난 당겨보려 해 우릴 oh 날 너에게로 기울인다 중심이 자꾸 무너진다 꾹 참아온 잘 다져온 내 마음이 이렇게 쏟아진다 oh 쏟아진다 baby 오후를 지난 내 마음은 자정을 향해 다가서고 Story will be starting tonight yeah You\'ll be mine All the

Thursday Plug In Stereo

You wore your heart on your sleeve like a tree where's the leaf Cause you cared too much about me We had it rough growing up but I had you and that was enough You were a single mom I bet that was tough

Run Dizzy Mizz Lizzy

Pretty still no star Want to go so far In pictures of the ocean Happy, heard your news What you got to lose Just pictures of the ocean Hang on, keep control But don't sell your soul For pictures of the

Faithful Julian Lennon

After all this time I am here to say that I would sign upon the dotted line Can't you read my mind that's all I've ever wanted from you.

Don't Mean Nothing Various Artists

Welcome to the big time You're bound to be a star And even if you don't go all the way I know that you'll go far This race is for rats, it can turn you upside down Ain't no one you can count on in this

M. Shepard Thursday

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly (The stage is set!) The stage is set!

Understanding In A Car Crash Thursday

stand a chance in this threadbare time (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) staring at the setting sun, no reason

Bad News (Live) Melody Gardot

There's a final curtain there's the dotted line No more celebration no rum no brandy no sparkling wine the bad news has arrived it's closing time Put on all your armor march yourself in line swallow all

Tomorrow I'll Be You Thursday

In the circuit The frequency's breaking up The speakers can barely move This is not a test Tune to the broadcast Witness the jetlag Look in the mirror Adjust the V-hold Shatter the lens Pull out

Autumn Leaves Revisited Thursday

The leaves will fall And so will you When you do, bury me under them too Seconds pass, we'll make it through Eventually we all go home It won't be long It won't be long We walk along the wire tied between

The Other Side Of The Crash/Over And Out Of (Control) Thursday

I will meet you there On the other side of the crash On the other side of the glass All our friends are falling out Can’t look us in the eye We’re there to hear that broken sound Happens when we’

Asleep in the Chapel Thursday

Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary you count falling asleep And we're praying These

Steps Ascending Thursday

Steps ascend to a loaded gun the scent of matches hangs in the air a lit one flickers out in a heartbeat we dont want to see this a flash of light thats letting go of an empty bullet case but by the

The Lovesong Writer Thursday

Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into church bells, fill up the allies Lovers intwine

War All the Time Thursday

war all of the time in the shadow of the new york skyline we grew up to fast falling apart like the ashes of american flags and were blowing in the wind we dont know, where to land so we kiss like

Between Rupture and Rapture Thursday

In the veins of of the ultraviolet light The phosphor is starting a fire Shooting up in the iodine It's turning on Rupture the wall around my heart I feel so lost I've been shaking You can't save

This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb Thursday

Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky?

Signals Over the Air Thursday

this is how it feels, calling out but no one even hears the signals that we send over the air over the air over the air over the air.

A Hole In The World Thursday

And the exit sign offers no light to see by. Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark? I can't see... without you. When the world is crashing down, Part with it, start again.

Marches and Maneuvers Thursday

If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise? (The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up) The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind.

Division Street Thursday

Lights out on Division Street and all the hate that rises through the cracks in the pavement, as the temperature falls.

Paris In Flames Thursday

Now its time to wrap our fears in the night And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being this way Still you won't let go of old ideals

As He Climbed The Dark Mountain Thursday

I've watched him walk away to climbed the endless shallow side. I've watched him holding on. it was a thousand years, a thousand dreams, a thousand endings with no goodbye.

We Will Overcome Thursday

We walk alone Till the end of night It's suicide But we will overcome Another life Swinging in the breeze The southern trees And the strangest route Follow the path, the straight and narrow (hand

Where The Circle Ends Thursday

Mountain ranges Morning red bathed ridges Stab up at the trembling blue horizon Grey slides lazily off rooftops Lands on the incandescent ground and dies A flock of little men touch down on the thin

There's No Holding You Down Erin McCarley

Face whatever you fear Don't scare the birds away I come over and get you Off your dotted line That careful dotted line We can write the story You don't have to worry There's no holding you down There's

Division St. Thursday

and all the heat that rises through the cracks in the pavement as the temperature falls (this is where it hit the ground) Lights out on division street ... repeating Divide to the memories (the

War all of the time Thursday

Standing on the edge of the palisades cliffs In the shadow of the skyline very far away A lightning rod that couldnâ

Mass As Shadows Thursday

Mass as Shadows You know it sounds better in the long run where your words and symbols stack up into the night Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol The song is the same, A simple word

Counting 5-4-3-2-1 Thursday

And you can’t feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street. The city seems so far away from here, when you're counting every step. 5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for?

Telegraph Avenue Kiss Thursday

She's the song that you tried to sing And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turn the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With melody that ring in

Dying In New Brunswick Thursday

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you. And in the streets you walk. You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true.