The disease begins with restlessness, headache, a slight increase in body temperature, pain or discomfort and irritation at the site of injury. . I kissed your heart.
If I could stay just for a minute more. Then I could say all the things I've been saving up for. Never enough time in the day&moments like this. come a moment too late.
This city's just waiting to crack. This house is not a home. This is me under attack. This is my self control. . And I thought you were somebody else.
When you've smoked your last cigarette. And the lights go out. And you're pacing around in your room. Thinking of things you shouldnt think about. And there's no one to hold your hand.
I was just thinking. That I have been missing you for way too long. There's something inside this weary head. That wants us to love just instead. But I was just thinking, merely thinking.
I wanna dance, but I don't know how. I wanna dance, but I don't know how. Little feet, on the floor. I know I've seen you here before. It don't come, every day.
Oh dear what a gosh little good Indian you made out of me. Oh dear oh gosh oh get real good you made me feel free. What an Indian rap, little puppet I became.
Well, I didn't even cry that day. Yeah, I just walked out straight. and I said, "Well, okay.". I've got a big, ole' story in me and it's more. than just a bunch of shit that you had to say..
Ive been waiting on the light to flip the switch and rearrange my view. Its a long haul to the place where we both know that this is what were supposed to do.
I've been wasting all my time on you. We were just young, something we outgrew.. . Should I be on my way? Eliminate the games we play.. Should I be on my way back home?.
We met it seems a life ago. When youth was strong and love was bold. But now a fear has taken hold. Enough. Your eyes they held the promise of. It flew away that frightened dove.
With an empty glass and a belly fed. In a rented room on a borrowed bed. In a building high and a gutter low. With the wood and smoke and a fires glow.
I was the last to know. You weren't coming back. I'm gonna miss the way you laugh. All you are is now a photograph. Trapped in a frame up on the dashboard.
A thousand bits, a million parts, tiny pieces that make your heart. And I like you. I heard you whistle, the song we dance to, you remember the smallest detail.
No one tells me where to go,. No one tells me what to do today. Cause I don't know where I begin,. I don't know where I'm gonna end today. . And I feel just like a child,.
It don't matter to the sun. If you go or if you stay. No, the sun is gonna rise, gonna rise. Shine down on a another day. There will be a tomorrow. Even if you choose to leave.
Ooh, at night when I sleep all the dreams come to me. Make me believe that my life is not migro. And if life like my dreams, all the things I would see.
No suspicion. Not common sense. What is it?. Pain or memory?. Artist or fake?. No good reason to be part of it. Like open letters on the heart of it. No good person in the bar tonight.
(Young - Young - Scott). . It's criminal, there ought to be a law. Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more. You get nothin' for nothin', baby who can you trust.
It's cold here in the city, it always seems that way. I've been thinking about you almost everyday. Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain.