Come on, baby, while the moon is high. Kick up your heels and dance. Don't be nervous, don't be shy. And give yourself a chance. You can dance. Kick off your shoes and lose your blues.
Daddy's baby what's got you thinking. What's got you sinking so low. It there something I should know. Something new to you. . Daddy's baby fussing and fretting.
I don't have much to say. Thought I'd call you up anyway. Just to try to show you the way. That I feel today. Oh, I miss you, baby. . I sure am on the road.
As I lay dying at the eve of my days. There is a void inside me, hollowed by the years. . Time has made these scars, burned them in my soul. Mouldred this ugly figure of anguish and woe.
Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades. Swathed in regrets, deluded astray. Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair. Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair.
O darkness, if in thy arms I could rest. For a while and with these earthly eyes. See thy dim smile. . Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall. Hang the moon on the sky's arch.
What solemnity can be found in this death?. A traitor's smile, the honour of betrayal. . How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights?. What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart?.
Brought back from the silence. As darkness whitened into a day. Tried to weave the pieces together. Force the past away. . Mind weary of sorrow. Body tired from the way.
Trail amidst the snow-clad trees, winding is the way. Sunless is the path we roam, bitter is the air we breathe. Fell is the icy blast, coming from the hills.
Letters that we dont send. Say the things we mean most. They remain inside us. Haunting holding. When I dream I cant sleep. When I miss I miss you. When I leave it always leaves me.
[Verse: 1]. Dear god listen up. I have to ask you a question. I can't hear. I think you're breaking up. I need a clearer connection. . And god. Are you listening.
Tonight you gotta look in my eyes. You got it, you drive me out of my mind. . Drive, driven. Gave, given. It's dangerous to stay. And I say. Drive, driven.
I can't separate your fiction from fact. You're lost, I know you're trying to wind your way back. You've been talking as fast as you can. I'm not listening anymore.
This one's called. Now for you. Downtown samba. . Canal Street's where we dance. We do the rhumba, samba. The city's hot, we're almost naked. It's a scandal.
We are here. In this holy cave today. To celebrate. The reincarnation. Of Domingo de Santa Clara. The man who convinced us. That there is no Lord. For His name is Buddha, Allah, Shiva, Jahve.
The sun. Blowing the moon away. Lights me up for. One more day. The streets are naked. In the morning sun. The night lifts behind me. I run and run. .
I'm walkin' downtown. No lookin' around. 'Cause I'm a fool and a half. Blessed and beaten by love. . I walk in the direction. But then I stop the action.
I never meet her in the city. But believe me she is pretty. Six-hundred-fifty miles away. I meet my angel in the desert. In the desert I can meet her.
Your dancing drives me crazy. I want to see it all night long. DJ could be playing. Always this one song. Your dancing drives me crazy. Your dancing drives me mad.
our histories, they hold no apologies. and how we suffer what we can't, what we won't let go. you sad little man, you scared little girl. you're passing torches pissed out long ago.