No plans. We left this morning open for us. Both down. We could use some excitement in this town. . Called it in, we agree. Let's just find out where it leads us.
If I had it all together. Would you see it then. If I said I'm sorry. Again and again. I know we have a history. But we disagree. Could we just start over.
Había una vez, pero ya no más. no me importa volver a donde empecé. Aquella vez andábamos y me dijiste que no. que con un pelotudo no. . Esas palabras mágicas que alguna vez nos dijimos.
This night. Walk the dead. In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. In the dress your husband hates. Lay down. Mark the grave. Where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door.
[Intro]. She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge. She studied sculpture at St Martin's college. That's where I. Caught her eye. . [Verse 1].
It's the tearing sound of love notes. Drowning out the gray stained windows. And the view outside is sterile. And I'm only two cubes down. . I'd photocopy all the things that we could be.
Turn away. If you could get me a drink. Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded. Call my aunt Marie. . Help her gather all my things. And bury me.
When the sun begins to fade, a blaze of blood embrace between us. Our kisses like a falme reborn, wrigglin', rise, snowin' through death. Ever in our life...Gusts of wind break into out cold.
Closer every door to me. Hide all the world from me. Bar all the windows and shut off the light. Do what you want to me. Hit me and laugh at me. Darken my day time and torture my night.
The world I know. Is a world too slow.. If you don't move fast enough, keep your head low.. . The world I know. Is a world much too slow.. If you can't move fast enough, child, better stay on the low, child..
Can y'all feel this?. Can y'all feel this?. Can y'all feel this?. Can y'all feel this?. . Ooh Snap, my head throbbin'. As I ride in my 3 4 8 mobbin'. Listen to the Buddha Brothers.
Crime and punishment in Tuscon. Back to normal in the sun. Playing blackjack in the drive-in. Shooting snake-eyes in the mud. And when the moonlight came out, we were gone, long gone..
A man was sleeping under a tree.. He wrote to me from Cordoba.. After the theatre, we went to his house.. He's a very generous Cordoban.. We waited at the door, but he didn't come..
In the haze of the morning, china sits on eternity. And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities. On the horizon the curtains are closing.
Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping. Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone. And now they're so confused by their new freedoms. And she tells me they're selling up their maisonettes.
Caught between. The Earth and the sky. What too long. And what too high. Fallen free and holding on. Nothing there at all. . Dropped and lifted. Gotta breathe.
five o'clock. i don't know what to do. it's much to late to call. and it's too soon to go and see you. if i arrived. with a suitcase at your door. would you throw your arms around me.