Bird flew by. And wondered, wondered why. She was wise. And ought to stay up in the sky. . From the air she could wonder. For the reason. What's the point of a year.
A crowded room on Beverley. A party for the rent. You were sitting casually. With a few of your fabulous friends. I asked you what your name was. But you just turned and laughed.
Well I wake up in the morning. Look at my clock. It's way past noon time. Now I'm late for work.. . Tell me, tell me. What have I done wrong?. Ain't nothing go right with me.
When you find out everything you're looking for. All that's left is an empty house with the boarded doors. Note we're sad I'll wait as some it's all I could.
I'll give up my freedom. And all the things to which I aspire. I'll take down all of my lofty goals. I will throw them into the fire. . I am weak, I am tired.
Driving four miles up the mountain. To your house in the valley. Vermont in the summertime. When the mountains are green. . Before the dark came we walked down to the river.
When you ask me. What I did with my day. Or how it was. It makes the day better. It always makes it better. When you talk to me. With no initiation on my end.
The breeze is at my back. Rising and falling with the rolling green. My mind is as light as the air through the grass. Silent before this wondrous scene.
I am so tired, I am sweeping everything away, oh. Yesterday, we went our separate ways. Now I wish you well, I wish you well. . And I have been missing out on me.
This hole in my chest has been getting the best of my life. . That day in the woods. Hurt me more. Than any kind of pain. In this life ever should. . What's the cost?.
Go ahead,. You can stare all you want at me. You can rip out my dignity. Take all that you need. . Go ahead,. You can kick me when I am down. And when Im lying here on the ground.
Madness is the only method left in these old beliefs,. Promises of next world chain you to these earthly griefs,. The thing under your bed is now sleeping with your wife,.
Every morning's getting colder. Those rooms are filling up with leaves. A nice place to visit. But a better place to leave. . Remember what secrets the pictures would have seen.
I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up. Visual bruises can be covered with makeup. But down to the core I'm all bruises. My little whore gives these excuses.
The sky is red but I can't see the sun. Or the moon. I don't know if there's a storm to come. . I'm not gonna wait for an oh my god. I'm not gonna wait for an oh my god.
Look what you've done...a hundred days of rain. Look what you've done...the sky's turning black again. Oh look what you've done...a hundred days of rain.
Slow conversations keep drawing me in. I lose concentration. Don't know where I've been. I figured it out. I figured you out. . You take control while I stop making sense.
Bluebell, Cockleshell, 1 2 3. Stand at ease, bend your knees. Bow to the west, salute to the east. We're all sitting on our mammy's knees. Bluebell, Cockleshell, 1 2 3.
eyes like omens i've been told. and friends are found when keys are stolen. find the keys the corn is golden. friends have golden hearts and souls and.