This calls for a toast so pour the champagne, pour the champagne

You can be cool You can be shy Say what you want Say what you like Cause oooh your body talks, your body talks

Riders on the storm

I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was!

It's your thing, do what you wanna do!

did you ever get stuck in the sky

-SOAD "Peephole"

"Maybe you're the one for me We could be so cliche I hate to see you leave but Love to watch you walk away" -Marian Hill ( I want you )

well I'm not paralysed but I seem to be struck by you

And it all started with a Big Bang!

If you're dying to leave And walk out on me Stand up and say it to my face Will you hold on or let go Cause I deserve to know Make up your mind and set me free If you're dying to leave

''Ruin yourself, for I'll offer the hope in my palm in exchange More valuable than tomorrow This moment is worth begging for, you see You surrender yourself to the time gap For the instant loss of hope Who should I hate? Can I hate God? Why am I living in a world without any promisses of tomorrow? Insanity, insanity ruin.''

All I wanna do Is see you turn into A giant woman

Deep breath After opening the courtain I head towards the starting white line

Like a Space Walk Before all the looks I feel different I go straight to a Super Nova

I got no future I know my days are few I know the present's not that pleasant Just a lot of things to do I thought the past would last me But the darkness got that too

Leonard Cohen // Darkness

If you dream of tomorrow, it means you’re aware of yesterday’s pain So we should only think about walking through the present The curtain rises up after the show’s end and, I, paint the sky

“Theatrical blue-black” Won’t you make “us” the air “you” breathe? “Theatrical blue-black” I will repaint it for you, This green scenery

"Say what you wanna say And let the words fall out Honestly I wanna see you be brave" ~Sara Bareilles, Brave

( oh holy hell, that's Egypt Central fans self not to pass out from excitement)

Baby I hear those blues are calling, tossed salads and scrambled eggs, they're calling again!

"When you came in the air went out And every shadow filled up with doubt I don't know who you think you are But before the night is through I wanna do bad things with you."

~Jace Everett, Bad Things

The meaning of the “words” you’d told me about And the “dreams and ugliness” you’d passionately written to me about I’ll believe in those from now on The moon sings beautiful sounds…doesn’t it?

it's the final countdown