Tony Degregorio, R.I.P x x
This place, this life is getting me down, it\'s catching me on my own.
Is this town the town that tells from time to time, time is the only thing I\'ve ever killed?
Downtown like places in Italy just like where my heart is now
With people all around the cities if you weren\'t there how were you to be found?
Heartbreaks like apples falling from a tree where was Whiskey when it was drinking somewhere without me.
Aeroplane down to Spain for the pain is making my heart hurt even more than I thought.
Portugal and its hotel rooms pay a pretty penny if the risk is worth more than what it was taught.
So, please, please why won\'t you ask me if I whenever I don\'t ask you why? Go ahead, and just let me cry.
Heaven alone is faced with the grief, but the grieving never ever seems to stop, stop stop.
Heaven and its heartaches are always here to stay when the building of its bridges sometimes lets you down.
When a man uses up the ocean to practise and hone in all his tricks.
The pulse has never stopped before, but now there are too many wounds to lick.
Stick, stick, stick with your meaning and follow the places you\'ve never been.
Hold on, say it\'s a dream, a dream that although no one will ever see. Don\'t ask why? just let me cry.
Where the flower on the table is a king in some pain, but, someday somewhere you\'ll see him again and again.
Sad bad goodbyes are hurting too much, too much to understand and too much to know with only God left to blame.