Well, beat the drum and hold the phone. The sun came out today, we're born again. There's new grass on the field. . Rounding third and heading for home.
I loved what you did for me. It was so 20th century. You sang in a famous band. Your name ended up on my hand. It's such a long time ago. When we said our first hello.
I can see there's something in your eyes. You just took a fall from paradise. Saw the lipstick on your neck. Maybe you should just confess. . Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Rejoice rejoice. Good tidings I bring you. Hear ye a message to you my friend. Voices cry invoke your angels. When pressure drop it cannot conquer dread no.
You were standing there when I first laid eyes upon you. You were looking fair when I first set eyes upon you. . I was so scared to talk to you, yeah.
California he's coming. high hopes and. he thinks your stunning. . California he's on his way. and our city shouts. will he come back or stay. . because the suns out.
And I'd rather watch a sunset. Through cellophane and glass. Then ask just why we fly. . So why you gotta rock the boat?. Ain't it time for you to choke my love.
From my cradle to your grave. To this home, I am a slave. And darling, we look beautiful. Scratching in our cage. . I write to believe. In the love that I forget.
Welcome to, my church of mind. Step inside, and take the ride. All that's here, is my own view. No one converts; it's not your church. . Now I can see we all have our own church of mind.
There's smoke down by the river. Hear the cannon and the drum. I've got one thing to ask you honey. Can you run?. . You know I hate to ask so late. But the moment's finally come.
So child, we have to see this through. The choking has you foaming at the mouth. Our bodies convulsing on the floor. Like a fish out of water, the price of wanting more.
the cash cow is feeding us. someone we dont know is buying us. and we are temporary. . do you, want to feel. like the knife is in you?. (like the knife is in you).
tickle me pink with laughter. backwards we wind up spinning. another shot of whiskey (another shot of whiskey). to train our feet to move. . we can't feel loved.
I was raised on matinees on Saturday afternoons,. lookin' up at Hoppy, Gene and Roy... oh boy!. And I grew up a-thinkin', "the best a man could do. is be a rootin'-tootin' straight-shootin' cowboy buckaroo.".
I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all. Girl, I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall. It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent.
I can tell by looking youve got fears in your heart. Youre hoping no one else can see. But you cant hide feelings from someone who cares. Open up and let it out and count on me.
Tommy's selling used cars, Nancy's fixing hair. Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care. Jerry drives a truck for Sears and Charlotte's on the make.