In this light the dust is visible. Golden glowing atmosphere. Even the air I breath is full of memories. Shades of others path my skin. And since I am alone, I wonder.
You're in my stars you know. Don't need no crystal ball to tell me so. Whispering in the air. Hoping that my words find you somewhere. Even when I close my eyes.
The fear sets in, of knowing how short our time is. The shortness of stride, not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this. . Everything starts to spin all at once.
And did those feet in ancient time. Walk upon England's mountains green?. And was the holy Lamb of God. On England's pleasant pastures seen?. . And did the countenance divine.
Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun. Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun.. . Talk with the sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she.
clear your head one-time friend of mine. she's cold blue and no skin. whisper prayers to make amends. no promises to break. kiss my face and deny my name.
I Got the July Blues. It's too hot for snakes. My Cow won't milk. And my bulldog shakes. It's flat tough to watch. Water go down the drain. I wanna love you honey.
Well, Johnny come in last night.. Man he was an awful sight.. The Bartender said, "Hey Johnny!. There'll be no band tonight". "The piano-man's drunk,.
Well Jesse was a rovin' gambler. Nine ball was his game. He kept one step out ahead of his Rep. One town out ahead of his fame. . I think I mighta seen him in Clovis.
He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from jazz street. He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets. It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon eyed dream.
I want to wake up on the beach. Wake up with you by my side. We can smell the air with our blankets tight. You just tell me where. And I can take you there.
It's been seven years now. Living in this box. Closed in on all sides. No light, just dark. He kept me under the bed. I'd pray for it to stop. He's lock me safely away.
[Music & Lyrics: Jarpen]. . Take a look at the new rules of this game. Wicked laughters are feeding their fame. Hearing the cries from the empty shells.
(spoken intro). . I get this message on the message machine that she's cooking dinner. Tonight so I go out and pick up a bottle of wine and when I get there I'm a little nervous.
The time, 11:33 on a saturday, november, 1923. I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me. My name is roy, a one-time choir boy. . Now I'm sixteen, man, and I'm nobody's toy.
En Jalisco se baila el Jarabe,. Como nadie lo sabe bailas,. Al compás de guitarras y bajos,. El Jarabe se va a Zapatear. . En Jalisco se baila el Jarabe,.
The way you see her on TV,. She looks so good and she's not make believe,. She's black and white in Sin City,. Come on now honey just do it for me.. .
Sitting here for hours just listening to the rain. Waiting for the showers to disappear. I'm losing track of time it's been going on for days. At times like these I can't believe the sky will clear.
Got a call the other day. And it took me by surprise. Didn't quite know what to say. But he kept me on the line. Say he drove by the house and he found nobody home.