Up here on the hill, it's starting to rain,. The sun's disappearing through my windowpane,. And everything's still in my room.. Then a trolley goes by with its clattering sound,.
It's not where you start, it's where you finish.. It's not how you go, it's how you land.. A hun-dred to one shot, they call him a klutz --. Can out-run the fav'rite, all he needs is the guts..
If they could see me now,. That little gang of mine,. I'm eating fancy chow. And drinking fancy wine.. I'd like those stumble bums to see for a fact. The kind of top drawer, first rate chums I attract..
Life is slow but it seems exciting. 'Cause Buddy's there.. Gourmet cooking and letter-writing. And knowing Buddy's there.. Every morning--don't faint--.
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter. And make believe it came from you. I'm gonna write words oh so sweet. They're gonna knock me off my feet.
Deborah Conway and Scott Cutler. I like the way that you took advantage. Stayed at my party 'til everyone went home. A perfect stranger. Need a place to lay your hat.
Deborah Conway. I'm bigger than a rumour. I'm quicker than a cancer. And I'm not satisfied. I'm the nick on your chin. I'm the dent in your ear. And I'm not satisfied.
Locked in the process of an ancient prophecy. Trapped by the motion of a silent chemistry. . Rushed by the impulse of an instant satisfaction. Fed by the passion of our fast evolution.
The Preconception. Through the misunderstood paths of love. They'll be together as only one. A part of him to grow in her blood. Will give them immortality.
Il maestro e' nell'anima. e dentro all'anima per sempre restera'. viva lei, bella e martire,. che tutto quel che le chiede gli dara'. Niente di piu' seducente c'e'.
YEAH. When you walk on by,. you might see me,. this little red guy.. . I skip to the beat,. walking down the street,. can't see my feet. YEAH!. . This is how I roll,.
I pushed him away. And carefully said. I'm just not that kind of girl. . You might think I'm square. 'Cause you've been around and you're wise. In the ways of the world.
Id crawl through the desert on my hands and knees. Without a drink of water. Just for a chance of a little romance. With that coal miners daughter. . Yeah, if I was a poor girl, beggin in the street.
In the back of the dimly lit room. Stands a woman alone or so you'd assume. But there to her right, all through the night. Stands her invisible boyfriend.
Business as usual usually goes. All the way always and never means no. You shoot past the mountains on en route to the store. There's no time, no windows for us anymore.
Now you know me. And you know how proud I am. And what I'm gonna tell you now. It won't be easy to say. . Before I left your side. Ooh, I was so happy there.
Don't shed a tear. It's almost over now. It's what you fear. Will come true somehow. Try not to think. Because the pain will go away. Let's hope it's not too late.
Nine years ago on a day much like today i was covered in soot. and the sky turned ugly and gray.. My town was engulfed in flames as i watched my life burn away..
Yesterday i watched the sun rise.. Light seeped into my eyes. A vison of a broken world. Today i finally realized. I've wasted most of my life tryna make this a pefect world.