(Traditional (lyrics) and Chris Eaton (music)). O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by.
Just like tarzan,swinging on a vine.I move hard left then come back right.My life is like a bommerang flow.It's far away then it's right back home.The giant pendulum is swinging to and fro.This road were riding on where does it go?And maybe soon is gone end than you never know..
Why do lovers drift apart?. How does love fade away?. When do pieces of a broken heart mend again?. You've been crying in the dark. And you've been feeling alone.
I took a drive along the west bank of the shore. I thought of what you said then I thought some more. You say your life is all but chiseled out in stone.
Shoulder to the wheel. For someone else's selfish gain. Here there is no choosing. Working the clay. Wearing their anger like a ball and chain.. . Fire in the field.
It's a cold, cold world. That we walk in through. Lay down the burden of your heart. But it's warm as toast. Walking two by two. Lay down the burden of your heart.
I love you Earth, you are beautiful,. I love the way you are. I know I never said it to you,. But I wanna say it now. I love you, I love you, I love you, Earth.
Is it cruel to be kind not to speak my mind. And to lie to you rather than hurt you. Well I'll confess all of my sins after several large gins. But still I'll hide from you, hide what's inside from you.
Lavender's blue, dilly dilly,. Lavender's green. When you are king, dilly dilly,. I shall be queen. . Who told you so, dilly dilly,. Who told you so?.
Hoy llego cansada y con una reflexión,. me sirvo una copa, me siento en el sillón,. desde el piso 30, miro en la oscuridad,. las calles, los autos, las luces, la ciudad..
Frozen moment, cold blood time:. the Iguana lady is saying goodbye..... She's not quite ready, she wants to stay,. she wants to be perfect, but not in the way..
Dance in Sand and Sea. So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,. I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago. My memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know.
I can remember it so well,. the bed of roses where we lay,. the crown of thorns I was so keen to give away.. All the warning signs ignored,. the passion's played..
Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me busy. And if I talk to myself, what's the crime. In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time. When all memory is mellowed.
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top,. Looked down, around, and all that I could see. Were those that I would dearly love to share with. Crashing on quite blindly to the sea.
Lacking sleep and food and vision. Here I am again, encamped upon your floor,. Craving sanctuary and nourishment,. Encouragement and sanctity and more..
I start to think, and then I sink. Into the paper, like I was ink. When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines. I escape, when I finish the rhyme.
The summit, the peaks. The plains and the valley. The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley. The waking hour, the moment, the dream. The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream.
Boogie man, boogie man, boogie man. Boogie man! (hello children!). My whole life is real. My life [Repeat: x4]. A-ha, Brooklyn you know. My life [Repeat: x4].
Bright moments. . Bright moments always come back vivid.. . The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure. The pre-crack era!. . Mr. Schollmen, what a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin..