Hands tied, eyes closed.. So many things I've had to say. So many chances have escaped.. Facing life with blinders on. A slave to my own inhibitions..
Hands tied, eyes closed.. So many things I've had to say. So many chances have escaped.. Facing life with blinders on. A slave to my own inhibitions..
Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam,. Where the dear and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word. And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Verse 1:. All alone by myself. On my own no one else. It's a dream. I admit but sometimes. It can feel like a life. It's all I've got. . Maybe cold, maybe dark.
We used to meet. Alone on the clifftops. Looking down at the sea. Every part of me. . Was so completely. Open. Hoping. We'd collect me. And move through the silence.
Holy mass, my kingdom's come. An angle on foot in my worlds. Her words rewrote them all. Lends each letter. Graciously. My mind mouthing mute for her lips.
Ingen vet hvor Harry er gravd ned. Ingen vet at Harry er død. Ingen vet hva Harry gjør. Men alle vet at Harry er sprø. . Harry jobber på fabrikken. Kl. 4 kjører han en time med trikken.
VERSE 1. I really love your dark dark eyes especially with that charming smile of yours. I really love that messy hair you get when you just roll out of my bed.
Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.. A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.. The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain..
Count down the rings. Or pick up the phone. But she's sure to know. That you're not alone. More on the side. And less at the home. Dust and dry earth.
Yes, I'm bitching about my life again.. Yes, I'm complaining about my life.. . What some might label as a lame.. What some might label as pain.. What some might label as a geek..
[Intro]. Being with you makes me feel so high. I feel so high I could touch the sky. Being with you makes me feel so high. I feel so high I could touch the sky.
"Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!. With lore ornamented entreating;. Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -. Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -. When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd".
Oh, Santa Claus is coming 'round, he's coming 'round. Tonight!. Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right. Down Santa Claus Lane. . Vixon and Blitzen and all his reindeer pulling on the rein.