I trembled in your presence. I was lost the very minute. That you came my way there was no escape. I pictured us together. But you told me you weren't ready.
Am I losing my mind. You're everywhere and I don't know why. Something I can't deny. On and on like a song in my head. And I can't do a thing about it.
Figure of divine perfection. No one's loved with more affection. Soul to soul we've breathed. Oh, I won't let the fates succeed. . Worried hours of contemplation.
Dad says, It's striking. How I look like you. And how we share the same eyes. Yes, he swears I'm just a smaller form of you. . But brittle bones and a wisp of white hair.
Ah. . (Ah). Sea, sand and stone. Wreath 'round this ground I call my own. White dark, concrete sky. Blacks out the sun with icy night. . Even though the ocean roars.
I want to leave when I see you coming. My time spent waiting for the end to all of this. Won't remember me. Please don't remember me. . Your cause for stealing kills me.
I swear now when did I become for sale as. they bargain for my head and my heart. If I. had the chance I'd kill this Florida sun, cause. summer is tearing me apart. Now when did I.
This silence is killing me, cause I got a secret,. a secret to tell. Some things are better left. unsaid, but I never learned my lesson, all that. well. So who's laughing now? Yeah who's laughing.
I wish I was back in Liverpool. Liverpool town where I was born. Where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze. No fields of waving corn. But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls.
I had this image of you. You had this image of me. And your image would talk to my image. And my image would talk to your image. And somewhere along the way.
Oh, this death, moment by moment. Darker and darker, down and down. I feel your cold breath, I feel your cold breath. Oh, this death, moment by moment.
I been lost and all alone like a statue made of stone. But now I'm coming home. I fell for a painted face, thought I'd fallen out of grace. But now I'm coming home.
She wore a low-cut black satin dress. Slit up the front and down the back. She wore black high-heeled shoes. With laces that went up her ankles. . She wore black velvet gloves.
(D. Dickers). I could write a symphony. or kill you with stupidity. your eyes the wouldn't even blink. I'm not your type of man I think. I'd gladly give my heart to you.
Now they're swerving when I give. And now it's turning away from my impression at all. It's choleric months in baritone. But waiting for the tide out.
Meet me there, in the blue. Where words are not, feeling remains. Sincerity, trust in me. Throw myself into your door. . I go, in circles, running down.
So shut up!. You can't see inside of me. Feedin' the public lies & bullshit. Tryin' to break me, you'll never break me. I never wanted any of this. Interrogate me just like criminal that's being held in custody.
The moment I wake. Is every moment that I can't take. Sick of my fate. Sick of my concentrating. . I fucked up one time. And nothing lasts forever. I fucked up your life.
You tell me that you've found a better way. And I tell you that it isn't fucking sane. Everything that I wanted has broke down. They all think that Im just a fucking clown.
Do you know the world is run by big corporations?. Don't be a fool, don't take a part in the ignorance. That's sweeping the nation, don't let rich men make.