Send "White Sparrows" Ringtones to Cell

Today I walked down our old street
Past the diner where we'd meet
Now I dine alone in our old seats
The cold wind blows right through my bones
And I feel like I'm getting old
But I wish I was getting old with you
I held your hand while we took shelter from the rain
She laughed as we picked out our children's names

White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away
Black arrows cut the strings of my heart,
I kneel and pray

Her clothes hang in the closet still
The phone sits on the windowsill
And every time it rings it gives me chills
My heart just stopped when I was told
Doctor, doctor, on the phone
Said my love was never coming home
I hold your casket gently walking to the grave
Dark clouds eclipse the sun won't shine again

White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away
Black arrows cut the strings of my heart,
I kneel and pray
They gave her one more day
To say the words I couldn't say
I'm crying in pain, crying in pain

And I'm not looking for answers
No, I'm not looking for answers
But dear God, why did you choose her?

White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away
Black arrows cut the strings of my heart,
I kneel and pray
They gave her one more day
To say the words I couldn't say
I'm crying in pain (crying in pain)
Crying in pain
Our love will remain
I'm crying in pain.

Send "Where Is The Line" Ringtones to Cell

Urban Hipster, the new gangster… frontin’ by the club
New wave mannequins packin’ haircuts, instead of packin’ guns
Magazines form overseas, won’t teach you how to feel
They trade in their hearts for indie rock charts to tell them what is real

When did they assume… putting on a costume?
Gave them a right to… ostracize
Out of the woodwork… art aficionados
Answer one question…

Where is the line? Where is the line?
Between your fashion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
‘Cause some of us are blind!
Where is the line? Where is the line?
To be your self is not a crime
Where is the Line? Where is the line?
‘Cause some of us are blind!

She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store
She’s acting the role and dressing the part, pretending to be bored
The truth about conformity, is it bites without a sting
Trends come and go, but when your alone it doesn’t mean a thing

When did they assume… putting on a costume?
Gave them a right to… ostracize
Out of the woodwork… art aficionados
Answer one question…

Where is the line? Where is the line?
Between your fashion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
‘Cause some of us are blind!
Where is the line? Where is the line?
To be your self is not a crime
Where is the Line? Where is the line?
‘Cause some of us are blind!

Where is the line? Where is the line?
Between your fashion and your mind
Where is the line? Where is the line?
‘Cause some of us are blind!
Where is the line? Where is the line?
To be your self is not a crime
Where is the Line? Where is the line?
‘Cause some of us are blind!

Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!

Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!

Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!

Send "Worker Bees" Ringtones to Cell

March on, worker bees!
Know your enemy!

We take our orders given by the queen
We're not the killers, we're the worker bees
If you resist us you will feel our sting
Surrender now before the swarm sets in

Protect the hive from enemies!
Protect the hive from enemies!
Follow the herd mentality!
Can we fight to save our souls?

March on, worker bees!
Know your enemy!

A pollination coming from the west,
And in a flash we will invade your nest
Supply of honey flowing bottomless
Play by our rules or you'll be powerless

Protect the hive from enemies!
Protect the hive from enemies!
Follow the herd mentality!
Can we fight to save our souls?
And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on
And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord... above, forgive what we've done?
Can we fight to save our souls?

And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on
And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord... above, forgive what we've done?
Can we fight to save our souls?

Can we fight to save our souls?
Will we die to save our home?