51 days without a trace or an indication. That his God would soon be here. To take them all away. Waiting for the final day and for the God. Who never came.
It's a Thursday morning, four a.m.. and you won't let me go. if tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know. even in the darkest hour it's the brightest. time of day.
The moon. look at him now. how he's hanging beneath the stars. How they try to kick him off his place. Two towns. no car. and how I long to see you now.
Now I know a year has 12 days.. Sometimes more but usually less.. Now I've learned not everything has a name.. Or how do you call a thing that eats itself..
If my head could start the argument. You know it would.. Never good at accepting compliments.. That all compliments of me.. Let's go where it might be so quiet, we can hardly breathe..
On a mission north on the 101 to a place guarenteed to have a lot of. fun a place right by the GoldenGate this trip is one that we won't. forget we made San Francisco Bay we drove to this thing was a brand.
0 +2 =1. Race to the finish line at a dead run. Live is short and love is fleeting -. Before these masks, haloed with snakes. Hissing like rain on the pavement.
Wait for me, she said. Just a little longer. What difference would it make to take a step back to me. . You prayed for me. Truth told I could have been a little stronger.
I've been searching for answers. And I've been running on faith. I've been thinking it over, but you keep running away.. . I've looked through the streets in the rain.
I'm pulling my hair out. I can't get to sleep. The bed feels so empty. I can still smell you on me. . A moment in space. The look on your face when I said hello.
between skies and fields. this land in midnight lights. cold summer, cold summer. till the end of time. the earth's like a belly. an heavy sleeping beast.
Another whiskey night and many more to go.. Another drunken high.(and this time you've really lost your mind). And it keeps getting worse as things were said that weren't meant..
Shivering all alone outside your door. Would you believe Ive been through this before?. . And on the inside Im burning up in flames. Oh I dream of days when I still felt alive. I cant kill this pain inside..
Breathing. Got strength back in my knees.. Believing that this is not the end...this is not the end.. I'm seeing things so clear and there's no turning back now, not this time..
Call the number on your screen.. Talk to the girl of your dreams.. Tell her how you really feel.. You can't touch her, but she's real.. . 1-900-loser..
Oh well, in five years time we could be walking round a zoo. With the sun shining down over me and you. And there'll be love in the bodies of the elephants too.
Last night, I had a dream. We were inseparably entwined. Like a piece of rope. Made out of two pieces of vine. . Held together, holding each other. With no one else in mind.
Hey baby. Why'd you turn away. I was about to say that. Something baby. I thought would make you smile. At least for a little while. Oh well baby. That's the way it goes.
1941. - Harry Nilsson. Well in 1941 a happy father had a son. And by 1944 the father walked right out the door. And in '45 the mom and son were still alive.
Oh yeah. . Once upon a time. Two, two hearts felt the same way. But three, three, three nights ago. You told me you don't know. Which way, which way you're gonna go.