My daddy was a banking man. My mama was a thief. My mama taught me how to stand. My daddy taught me how to cheat. I will rob you till you're blind. I will love you till I cry.
Shelter my feelings, stand by my side. You need no alibi. Show your emotions, give me a sign. Let me know that you're mine. . Be my lover, be my best friend.
Is this glass full of water? Or is it full of light?. . You can never walk by a mirror without looking at yourself twice.. Your whole life has been shaped by what you saw in the back of a hand..
you, with their sadness in your eyes. you've got places you can dream to if you'd only take the time. I've got the arms to break your fall. but you're sad without a reason and that's the baddest kind of all.
hey, be one of us. check your moods there by the door. smile, then shoot the shit. don't step out our social law. thanks but no thanks, here I'll hang.
mix up, start, stop, start, wait a minute... shut down. losing the plot, losing the plot, losing the plot 'til there's nothing to see but the ground. head inside a rut - it's like my mind is shut, I hope I cope this time.
it's the strangest feeling ever. you keep trying your best but it's just an arrested endeavour. so you buckle up, (to) face the day, and try to make the ever grey like heaven, like heaven.
Eyes dried tight gotta get myself together. need a kickstart cocktail, ten percent coffee. with a high rise family size, guaranteed to catonize. the little bit of brain I got a-hanging on from last night.
He sings to the birds in the trees. Arousing them with his melodies. He runs down to the waterline. Soaking in the sun's first light. . He scrambles up hills and hides in caves.
It might take some time. But I'll do it on my own. YOu act as if it's a crime. Like I'm bad down to my bones. But I sleep at night time. And I can't understand how you ever did.
When I saw the reflection of the sky. In the pools of water we drove by. In the ditch of the side of the road. On the way to the bridge where looking down just right.
You've been doing what you used to do. Go the places that it took you to. Thinking over all the things you knew. That you know you don't know now. . And you wonder what you're on about.
Change. Change. . Did you bring anything that you made yourself?. Did it all come from somebody else?. Are you there, anywhere, on the ground, in a chair.
Let's try to work this out. When everything's gone sour. But you still got that somethin'. . I start to have my doubts. Let's argue for an hour. Without sayin' nothin'.
He's a lot like the rain. He's refreshing and warm on a summer day. And he's always in another place. Just like the wind. . He's a lot like the fall. Ever changing he moves along.
Well, hurry up and kiss me. I'm runnin' out the door. Yeah, maybe later, baby. We'll get a little more. Time to take on time. Time to burn just me and you.
Torch the moon, burn the schools. She wrote in red on her bedroom wall, "Nothing's pure". The paint runs to the floor. . She laughs too easily and cries too hard.
Can you divide the meaning. By the number of your words?. The money in your pocket. By the masters that you serve?. . It's not the destination. It's what's around the curve.
She came from the Cocos Islands. With a limp and a snow-shaker, huh. Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor. . He said, "You ain't get's nothing. 'Cause nothing gets made by Koreans".