Gonna build you a cathedral out of nothing but the rafters. 'Tween the stars, 'tween stars, 'tween the stars, 'tween the stars. From the tree of good and evil bring you fruit of the knowledge.
Making my own city lights. Out of bourbon and the stars of a bar room fight. Face forward in the wind. If you don't know where it is but you know where it's been.
Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs. Battered up chests and faded dreams. Every new life seems to spin away. Like sand escaping through the seams.
I met you at a party or on a crowded street. . A silent singularity when glances chanced to meet. . You looked into my glasses, said you'd seen a ghost.
Dirt roads and dry land farming might be the death of me. But I can't leave this world behind. Debts are not like prison where there's hope of getting free.
The golden ratio the shell. The stairs ascending round themselves. The trees rustle as if to kneel and listen. To the heartbeat of a lark or the lark in my heartbeat.
You have chosen dawn to leave. Don't bother me while I am sleeping. Life continues and though you go out. I'll sleep another hour or so. Though you think that I am fragile.
Be the light of my lantern, the light of my lantern, be the light. Be the light of my lantern, the light of my lantern, tonight. Be the light of my lantern, the light of my lantern, be the light.
Here we go a-one, two. A-one, two, three. . We heard it over the wires. That everybody here was fine. But we never even really felt hired. So we felt bad, but not that bad.
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Love is no excuse for what we're doing. For we both know that two hearts could break. We tell ourselves we've got to have each other. But love is no excuse for us to make.
I have filled up my pockets with money. Big trophies, I've hung on my wall. My mansion sits high on a hilltop. And the world is impressed by it all. But to me all this glory is worthless.
Tease me a little bit squeeze me. A little bit, love me a little bit more. Love me a little bit can't get enough of it. Tell me I'm the one you adore.
When a record starts to spinnin' and love words make a song. I think of a million sweethearts but only one I could own. Today your life is music and famous they say you'll be.
It's a great big world full of little surprises. There's a lot of pretty girls in all kinds of shapes and sizes. And lucky me although my chances were few.
An empty glass. Another coin in the jukebox. This pain inside. Keeps hurtin' on and on. The music starts. A blue-blue song is playin'. You don't need me anymore.
Little ole dime. You're the last of a pocket full. I put all the others in this telephone. I've called all over town for a lost love. Let this last number be.
Dear heart there is something I must tell you. Something sad and so hard for me to say. For I know how much you always loved her. And how you always hoped that she'd come back someday.
(Linda Linda I wish you were mine). When I go to sleep I never count sheep I count all the charms about Linda. And lately it seems in all of my dreams I walk with my arms about Linda.
Just because the moon is brights. No sign he's watching us tonight. Let me hold your hand. Maybe love you just a little. . The moon just went behind a cloud.