I wanna to see what you see. A special kind of beauty. You give yourself up so easily. When you see what you see. . I wanna hear what you hear. A harmony loud and clear.
Garrison Starr - Beautiful in Los Angeles. . You are brilliant, but. You're amazing, what. Whatever I say, we'll be so safe. If my bubble pops. If my world gets rocked.
Tribal neon. On the rooftop. Through the fog. . Search lights, white dove. Am I dying. Am I done?. . Have you known. Anyone designed to break down?. I was shown.
In this black garden. Of this carrion light,. There is a suspension. Of motion and stillness. That hollows the night.. . In this black garden. Of heartbreak and wonder,.
Banjo Bonnie. Laced with honey. Next to the corn bees in flight. They're nothing like the bee from your queen flowered teats. Banjo Bonnie. Father William's honey.
Tu l'entends? Bien sûr que tu l'entends.. Le murmure. Le murmure assourdissant et permanent.. Il a envahit la ville et les esprits.. Il arpente les rues en hurlant..
Sleepless and struggling to pry. apart the memories you try.. So hard to hide from the light. over this long, lonely night.. . Thoughts linger on like a rash,.
( Traditional ). . Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face is like some wondrous fair. With the prettiest face and the neatest hands. I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love the way that blue dress hangs over your body. soft satin hangs to your hips and its cool to the touch. . you ain't afraid of getting your dress dirty.
Cause there's, there's just blind sighted faith. And I can't relate!. And all your thought and all your dreams. Are fallen into a basket, and washed away at sea.
I am human, I am changing. I'm growing further from myself. And above all else I find I am grateful. To the one who gave its place. The one who gave its name.
[VERSE 1]. Can you feel it? All that space in between us.. I know you could feel it, I miss you just a little too much.. . [HOOK]. Memories in the breeze are they gone now? Thought that I would be right but I'm wrong now..
Can you feel it? All that space in between us.. I know you could feel it, I miss you just a little too much.. . Memories in the breeze are they gone now?.
This is DJ Pauly D. Being a guido is a way of life. I don't represent all Italians, I represent myself. I started this whole GTL shit: Gym, Tan, and Laundry.
Another clime cries. brings out some weird, vivid sights. and my antenna. try hard to simplify. . So I run 'til the sea surrounds me. And the palms cover....
Sky's on, fire. Lightening. The stars come. You know I, tried to. Tell you. Attempted to warn you. And we've been praying for the rain. It's been months now.
Trying to find a substance,. trying to find a meaning,. but everything is empty. . Sometimes I wonder,. Why I even try,. Because everything I do,. Just won't come out right,.
I hear you calling me by name. You come around the corner smiling again. And I know you're feeling better. . And so the sun might turn to rain. The clouds will come together over us again.
Sitting with the number eight platter at the restaurant. Four twenty nine for almost anything I want. Add it up, it's cheaper than the stuff I make myself.
Well we're heading for a past that you leave not defend. Where the downtowns hold the sadness of you can't go back again. It's there you'll find the rust and debtors.