I was just thinking about you today. And the evening we slept in the mountains. But I cannot get through to you, find words to say to you. Darling you're so far away..
Warm as the sun. You were the one who outshone me. In the darkness, everyone went away. You were the one who adored me. . And it's so hard to say goodbye to you.
No catch, no strings. None of the usual things. I'm happy just to lay and look. Let's throw out the book. Now we're off the hook. And please just be nice to me.
Old man sunshine listen you. Never tell me dreams come true. Just try it and I'll start a riot. Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare. Ever tell me he will care.
Old man sunshine listen you. Never tell me dreams come true. Just try it and I'll start a riot. Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare. Ever tell me he will care.
I wear the red shoes. With the holes. To remind me. What we went through. Sit down here. Kick 'em off enough. Not had enough of you. I tell you. You know.
Cannibal me. Figuratively. Hoping to be. Someone you need. . How do you love?. how do you know?. What do you see?. . Haven't felt a lot for a while. .
Radio, sucka never play me. Triple shade of black that my bleach should never fade me. They say he crazy. New York raised him in the 80s. Kill the Koch administration.
All the unknown tragedies. That you've been through, I can see. Are your unknown qualities. . All the things you've never told. Honey, you don't have to own them.
När jag tittar in i ljuset ser jag pusslet som vi lagt. och då faller alla bitarna på plats. Och när jag hör dem säga orden som de många gånger sagt. Så många gånger så man nästan tror på allt.
Saturday, a last September. In a jail house I remember. Well, I got caught with too much soul. Well, I tell you what I was bringing it back from Mexico.
You're a rich man, but a poor man. With your pockets lined with gold. Always in the middle neither hot or cold. And you think you've found your freedom.
Saturday, last September. In a jailhouse I remember. Well, I got caught with too much soul. Bringing it back from Mexico. Bringing it back from Mexico.
Well, it looks like it might rain. But rain ain't what we need. Sunshine and a war machine. I'm getting ready for another stampede. . Grease the gears with blood.
Oh, I cannot tell you to make up your mind. And gather together the best of your kind. The prophets have spoken the words of ill fate. Your childhood has ended you've taken the bait.
Her letters gave me purpose,. Her letters gave me pride. Armies far across the ocean. Guns and letters by our side. It was someone else's homeland. It was someone else's war.
As I look out in the night. And count the stars all shining bright. I wonder where I am and where I'm going. Sometimes I think I've lived before. I seem to see beyond a door.
(Chorus: D-Mac). . I like a bad bitch, that's a good woman. Keep it classy, but still will Twerk a lil something. She let me spoil her but she down to spend her own money.
Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment.. As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief.. Desecrate my frail lungs and limbs.. Anatomical balance tarnished..