I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted. I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted. And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine.
All your time is committed. All the time isn't sinning. You keep on playing those games. Relax. I don't know what your doing. All the love you pursuing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. . I've been asking myself this question. Over and over again, oh. Is love a game that no matter. How I try I'll never win, oh. . It's like tryna write a love story.
Humanity rising, life depriving. Mankind decline. Black humor falls in place. . Evolve in catalog, prey of progress. Self evolution contribution. Retribution at hand.
Ignorant in thought.. Distorts your twisted values.. Break your ancient chains.. And part with the ways of the past.. You don=B9t have the right.. To force you own opinion..
It's our daily routine work. To sail the ship on open surf. Waking up for daily chores. Swab the deck and man the oars. Always try to keep it neat. Our cabins whole and place of sleep.
High stung tension an American Night. Can't find a friend and it don't seem right. Want to rip through every face I see. Cause I'm standing here and they don't see me.
I can't get what I want. Stood up shot down and it's all happening again. Guess I gotta learn everything the hard way. I'll get right back up and do it all over again.
The pain of goodbye and the teardrops in her eyes. Ain't nothing to the first long night in this empty house alone. The sweetest times of a romance. Will fill your mind the last slow dance.
Woke up this morning looking at the screen. There's a couple of men talking, I'm not sure what they mean. There's a conversation many men running wild.
Well she moved back around here thirty five weeks ago today. Oh down the lane, at night she walks on the banks. And remembers how she dreamed of rowing away.
Van and Willie went out one night. Once they get out on the road. Well then everything is alright. Had to get away from the kids and the wives. Well they ran into some city boys that didn't walk just right.
There's a child. in my heart. feel it heat. hear it speak. hold me. hold me. There's a light. in his eyes. I can see. deep inside. hold me. hold me. See the way he smiles at me.
She was polishing the chairs. when the doorbell rang. she smoothed down her hair. and answered to a little old man. he gave her his widest grin and said.
Well if I had a minute of time to let my heart pour out. well I could paint a picture with words that I hope you would enjoy. My heart stands still today and every way I want to fill you in on it.
Well i was driving down the road today. and things were getting better for me. and some words I thought I heard you say. that time was closing in on me.
Long ago high on a mountain in Mexico. lived a young shepherd boy Angelo. met a young girl and he loved her so. rich was she. came from a very high family.
There, on a lonely desert hilltop. The pilgrims huddle closer. Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine. The arc of space and time. . Truth, oh, the truth is never clear.
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide. Said he'd kick it in the head when he was 25. Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25. And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks.