Mirrors on the ceiling and pink champagne on ice, we are just prisoners here of own device. — The Eagles Copy Share Image
Some people never come clean, I think you know what I mean. You're walking a wire between pain and desire, and looking for love… — The Eagles Copy Share Image
Freedom, well, that's just some people talking. Your prison is walking through this world all alone. — The Eagles Copy Share Image
“Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in… — The Eagles Copy Share Image
The towns lay out across the dusty planes, like graveyards filled with tombstones, waiting for the names. — The Eagles Copy Share Image
Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught him. Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus, people bought them. — The Eagles Copy Share Image
I was standing all alone against the world outside. You were searching for a place to hide. Lost and lonely, now you've given me… — The Eagles Copy Share Image
“Freeways flickering; cell phones chiming a tune We're riding to Utopia; road map says we'll be arriving soon Captains of the old order clinging… — The Eagles Copy Share Image
“So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have the key." ( Already Gone )” — The Eagles Copy Share Image
