Going back and forth inside my shut up brain again. You gotta let her go, gotta let her go. Worlds apart, I'm torn apart, I'll stall up my senses. You gotta let her go, gotta let her go.
Tonight I'll be wiping my slate clean. I''ll be clearing out those clouded memories. 'Cause I don't to keep living in the past. And I can't stand how I always do that.
I met her in the morning, and my heart stood still. A do run run run, a do run run. Somebody told me that her name was jill. A do run run run, a do run run.
I couldn't help but think back to the advice. That I got from my dad a few times. He said"...time goes by so fast in a blink of an eye. So never close your eyes...".
Last one out of Liberty City: Burn it to the ground.. . I know(x3). I know just who I am. and What's in my head is that I don't really give a damn. Just who you think I am.
Dear, you won't answer me, did you honestly think I'd ever leave?. If you'd somehow just believe me. You've gotta know right now that these words still sting.
This is the last ditch ever I dug. Once there were motives but they have been lost. Dig through the sand still you end at the rock. This is the ditch that I dug.
These are your last tears for the century. Don't cry them for me. These are your last tears, before the. Party starts. Don't throw them away. . Use em' wisely, use em' large.
Why we can't fake it you won't ever say. Both arms hangin' from the ball and chain. Tongue tied and twisted from braidin' the rope. Both arms hangin' from this faded hope.
Let's burn down the cornfield. Let's burn down the cornfield. We can listen to it burn. . We'll hide behind the oak tree. Hide behind the oak tree. Stay out of danger 'til I return.
Been a lot of rain out there. Rainin' blind. Summer's comin' slow ... this year. It's rainin' blind. If ya come back tonight. I'll let it...fall away.
( written by Neil Young ). . Once I thought I saw you in a crowded, hazy bar,. dancing on the light from star to star. Far across the moon beams, I know that's who you are..
Beyond the reach. There are rows of tender hooks. Where nothing seems. To justify a second look. And not a soul is found. To tear them hooks on down. .
If you want good times. I know where to look. And if you want good times I will. . They're thrown on your bed. With your junkyard religion. At the best of the western motels.
It was the dirty end of winter. Along the loom of the land. When I walked with sweet Henry. Hand upon hand. . And the wind, it bit bitter. For a girl of no means.
Way up north, my love lies sleepin'. Her lonely grave, beneath the pines. How sadly I recall her memory. She was my own true love divine. . One night I found her with another.
When I met you. you were seventeen. not just another teenage queen. and then I took you ev'rywhere you've been. in and out of love then back again. now..
I asked my father,. I said, "father change my name.". The one I'm using now it's covered up. With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.. . Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,.
Sleep baby sleep. The day's on the run. The wind in the trees. Is talking in tongues. . If your heart is torn. I don't wonder why. If the night is long.
She stands before you naked. You can see it, you can taste it,. And she comes to you light as the breeze.. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it,. It don't matter how you worship.