The shadows are dark with loneliness and in them we are searching.. It's all we've ever known and the strength we need has been hidden.. Heaven help us..
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Was born on a chicken farm near Nashville, Tennessee. 7 billion chicken and me. One day I say hey hey, let's drop a little LSD. And I set my chicken free.
Tender kisses wake me, I slowly turn my head. I reach across the covers to a cold and empty bed. (But you're not there). I could swear I felt your body touching me.
Faded dreams and buried schemes. They never worried me. Promises lost and secrets tossed. They have no remedy. . Yeah, you can lay your head. Down in the ground.
I can't seem to. Can't seem to. Can't seem to stay in tune. Without your love. Without your love. Without your love I'm left to croon. Like a bird that's wounded.
I was born old. I grew up but I got younger. I was torn, cold. Now I'm fine but there's this hunger. . And a thirst for the days. Before I went and razed it all to the ground.
Wrote these words down yesterday, not much too say. Today I feel the same, all over again. Walking down the avenue. Nothing to gain, so much to lose. Had to get away, everything changed.
By his stripes we are healed. By the spirit he's revealed. He's calling you calling you home. . Behold there's a mystery. In the twinkling of an eye we'll see.
Keep coming back. Coming back. Coming back for more. Keep coming back. Coming back. Coming back for more. When you do that thing you do. You fill me with desire.
Im holding on to the dreams I had when I was young,. I guess I never saw that things were wrong,. The game has changed and where once was fact ain't where it's at,.
Come on rain, pour on down. Flood that runway, shut it down. She's in Dallas, waiting on a plane. Don't let her leave, come on rain. . Unleash your fury, fill the sky.
Under the stars, Spanish guitars. Sing the Santa Maria outside my room. The music's playing on a sweet bougainvillea breeze. Romantically, oh, but not for me.
I can hear you sighin'. Sayin' you'll stay beside me. Why must it be. That you always creep. Into my dreams. . On the beach we're sitting. Huggin', squeezin', kissin'.
Complications, complication going down. Complication in your life time. Complication all around, once more to. Complications, complications in the wind.
Jimmy's in rehab since Bobby od'd. There's no one in the band now but Johnny and me. We're playing at the Good Time Lounge, near the end of the road. Bobby used to beat on his drums, make 'em sound like thunder.
(Hills 3:13). . I'm gonna ride in a big jet plane. And you won't see me around here no more. The morning drive is never easy. It's always the same. And I don't want to be the one who closes my door.
Oh, oh, oh, what's the chance of you and me?. The two of us in a make believe. 3-D movie let's subtract the math. And talk about chemistry. . She still counts on her fingers sometimes.
Read the warning signs, the direction labels the caution lines. But still I get the worst of it all in the end. The kind of after taste that'll leave you dry and hopeless there for days.