Dead

we have a dead ball in a court...





Part 5 of a series of 10 entitled: John Cusack strikes back

"you don't bring me flowers"

please, let me finish the sentence with the word anymore





Part 4 of a series of 10 entitled: John Cusack strikes back.

The Bell

in a drunken haze i spilt it all
how come days like those seem so far away...
so lost... never to return...?
well, a week is just a week when eternity doesn't decide to freeze for a second

but i'll be here, for better or for worse...
right in this corner... waiting for the life blow!




Part 3 of a series of 10 entitled: John Cusack strikes back.

Orbit

cut my strings, let me loose
let me fall fast like rocks among the rain
and kick me hard, so far away
to always fall through night and day





Part 2 of a series of 10 entitled: John Cusack strikes back

Longing

suddenly, everything around me, from despair to the most insignificant object, seems like a coincidence... everything except the passing of time.





Part 1 of a series of 10 entitled: John Cusack strikes back.