We can talk and talk all night. If you want to that's all right. Till I've heard every word you've got to say. Go ahead and take your time. If you've got something on your mind.
You come banging on my screen door. Begging me to let you in. All I got to say is, "Honey where you've been?". This time I think it's you that's surrenderin'.
She'll turn thirty-four this weekend. She'll go out with her girlfriends. They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on. There'll be guys and there'll be come ons.
Have you ever seen a wild magnolia. There's only one place it grows. On the shady banks of the Tennessee River. Sheltered, untouched and alone. . There's a place in my heart where nobody has been.
In the after hours. Slowly shifting down. Last call is over. The sign is turned around. . The chairs are on the tables. The drinks are on the house. The talk is on the level.
There's a tomcat in the alley scarin' up a fight. There's a mother softly kissing her little one goodnight. There's peace and then there's chaos, reality and dreams.
People talkin', think I'm alright. Think I'm doin' fine. Goin' through the motioms of my life. Go to work now, every mornin'. Yeah, I play the part. Hide away the contents of my solemn heart.
Well she's a wild one. With a body hotter than the sun. She'll wear you out some. And make you physically come undone. Woah. She's got the poison. That get's anyone's skin for fun.
Rising up the crystal dome. of life before the final war. Breaks the waves of sea and air. to save us from a deadly fall. Coming up from far below. Ocean floors unknown to man.
Contemplating hopes and dreams of a new age. All we leave behind is tainted by tears. Our tomorrows lie ahead there in the stars. Reaching for the stars in seven heavens.
Wake-up, Switch-on,. Tune-in to another day,. Stereo sound with double vision,. Daylight makes its first incision,. Warmed-up Clocked-in,. On your feet and under way,.
I'm teaching myself. Not to need. Have you. Tried not to?. . Not to need. Not to need. Not to need. Not to need. . Can I see you. Or will I. Still grapple at the same.
Wanted to pin things down but not fake it. Rather not hear what I have to say. I've got to say. . It's not easy to keep up the invention. Don't wanna hide what I have to feel.
No longer cradled. In gravity's memory. Still in ? ? ? lessness. Spinning in torment ? ? ?. Into the lightning white.
Black limousine. Wait till the feeling. Explains what it means. Cosy inside. How does it feel when you think that it's real. Your minds taking you out for a ride.
I can recognize the lies. Where everything is fine. And everything is mine. . I can see what's in your head. The things you haven't said. Are hiding in your head.
Conscience has me easily disturbed. the moving things around me makes me weep. Why can't they stop so I can see them properly?. It makes me wonder if I'm slightly in daze.
[L.M. Jenssen / J. Hagen]. . Swipe the jelly glass clean. I thougt I might let it all blow over. We can talk about anything else. I assume the matter is too delicate.