I'm not surprised, not everything lasts. I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track. Talk myself in, I talk myself out. I get all worked up, then I let myself down.
If our lives were a movie. I'd know what to do. I'd write every scene with my heart. An RKO picture that stars me and you. And this time I'd learn my part.
It's the choice of a lifetime I'm almost sure. I will not live my life in between anymore. If I can't be for certain of all that's in store. This far it feels so right.
Brick and wood, mortar and plane. Labor's love, a little faith. You can see the structure taking form.. Ancient tools, a new design. Taking care, taking time.
it's just another heartbreak. playing on the radio. one more time i'm losing myself slow. so i'm letting you all know. i'll see you when you get here.
Girl, hold my hand. Girl, I know you'll understand. That I've been waiting for a long, long time. Think every thing's gonna turn out fine. . Hey, hey, it's alright.
Happy Days Toy Town. . Life is just a bowl of All-Bran. You wake up every morning and it's there. So live as only you can. It's all about enjoy it 'cos ever since you saw it.
Cabin in the woods.. Where I feel isolation.. Where I feel separation from everything.. But my mind travels distances that my body can't make.. I find it hard to sleep with this oncoming dream, I recite, "I see you.".
End of the spring. And here she comes back. Hi, hi, hi, hi there. Them summer days. Those summer days. . That's when I had. Most of my fun, back. High, high, high, high there.
Why do I feel discouraged?. Why do the shadows come. And why does my heart feel lonely. And long for heaven and home. When Jesus is my portion?. . A constant friend is He.
Do you want to end this way?. Happy endings make me feel out of place.. Can't you make a little scene?. Throw my shit out from your room to the street....
Against the sky. She's standing there alone. Like a picture prefect painting of. A beautiful lost soul. . Her heart. Safely locked away. She guards the shattered pieces.
I'm lost in my own town. I wonder why none of my friends come around anymore. That's for sure, any more. I'd like to swing by and pick you up. I'll put you in the back of my pick-up truck.
Ich greif' einen Funken Hoffnung. Seh' den Strahl, wie er wchst. Jedes Glitzern kann sein wie ein Lied. Gestern ist fort. Morgen ist hell. Zehnmal nein, einmal ja.
Alle reden von Terroristen. Die Spieerschweine und Halbfaschisten. Wenn du keine BILD-Zeitung liest. Bist du gleich ein Terrorist. In der S-Bahn starren sie dich an.
An manchen Tagen singen Vgel vllig aus dem Ton. Und die Melodie schmerzt im Ohr. Sie sangen falsch fters schon. Doch diesmal ist es anders als die Male davor.
I hate all the countries. I hate all the nations. I hate all their politics. And I hate the Nazi pigs. I hate them all - I hate them all. I hate all the fascists.
I'm bothered by the way you try to walk away. When I need to talk to you. It's not what you say, it's what you do. Just like you don't even care. . It's all those little things.