there are my specs. the ones I've been looking for. I threw them out the window ten years ago. and now they're on my doorstep. . so you put one and one together.
is new york city really like a graveyard they all ask me. and i say well it was last week but man that was in the past. see i stopped going to the places where the people act so nasty.
the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog. and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off. you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye.
It hasn't rained hard for the better part of seven months. Everyone is listenin'. All I see ahead of me are glistenin' lights. The city stays up at night.
I'm tired of getting postcards. And tired of paying long distance bills. Baby be back soon. I'm tired of dreaming of sex. And tired of not being able to show my skills.
broke account so i broke a sweat. i've bought some things that i sort of regret about now. broke your glasses but i broke the ice. you said that i was an asshole and i paid the price.
My house in Budapest. My hidden treasure chest,. Golden grand piano. My beautiful Castillo. . You. You. I'd leave it all. . My acres of a land. I have achieved.
Broken arrows along the shore. Seems you intended to come back for more. . It was summer love leaving this town. It's too cold to bath and the leaves are brown.
Another ending on your story. Now I'll have to speak to you from a distance. 'Cause I tend to forget my duty. When I get too close to your resistance.
Been so long since I belong here. Ever since i left my way. Still I like to be beside you. So, tell me, can I stay? Beside you. . I want you so much. I want your smile.
Well early this morning someone hot on the line. said "Me and my friends are downtown, drinking' wine.". They're trying' to help me but they ain't got time.
We sailed away on a winter's day. With fate as malleable as clay. But ships are fallible, I say. And the nautical, like all things, fades and I. Can recall our caravel:.
This is the song for Baby Birch.. I will never know you.. And at the back of what we've done,. there is that knowledge of you.. . I wish we could take every path..
Words & music by Jen Foster. . Pieces, falling. Through the sky, I'm wanting. To feel you beneath me. But not like this, believe me. No, I can't wake up, no I can't crash down.
Blue-haired lady kneeling by her bed. Trying to recite all the things daddy taught her Jesus said. Blue-haired lady squints into the sun. Distant voices calling her, maybe from the light comes one:.
Passing pictures, in a smoky room. They're all so tired of themselves. Passing moments, in a place I knew. I put my heart back on the shelf. . It's not your vice,.
Pass the menu for my mind must pick the food to feed a fool, youre a different kind of decoration 'cause you wear the room bang bang.. I looked across the room and you were looking back at me I pay with heart instead of money and my weakness was the tip bang bang bang bang bang bang.
All day, since your haircut in the morning,. you have looked like a painting, even more than usual.. We are in the wind, planting the maples.. We meet an older man who seems to know.