You're in the kitchen, I stare at our bed frame. I'm hearing your voice through the door. I will work my fingers to bones. To find us a way out of here.
I guess that's it for this boy. He'll never write again. Something tells me I've been here before. And so long to apocalyptic visions in this head. I'm going on to bigger and better things.
She said Los Angeles has never been so cold. she said we shouldn't even bother. she said the way things have been going. . we've been showing signs of getting better.
there's no hope in Cincinnati or a town like Baton Rouge. i can offer you Chicago, still there's nothing i can do, no no no. so i'm holding fast to Houston, as you scream Niagara Falls.
there's no hope in Cincinnati or a town like Baton Rouge. i can offer you Chicago, still there's nothing i can do. so i'm holding fast to Houston, as you scream Niagara Falls.
Friday left me hopeless. Saturday left my scared. Sunday drove my crazy. Monday just reminded me that I'm still here. An every word you say is like a bullet to my brain.
Lola hopped into a cab, she went to work. As she walked into the club, the fellas went berserk. They screamed her name out, Lola, Lola. Yeah, she was the star of the Copa.
I am the Lyte as a rock L-Y, L-Y-T-E. I am the Lyte as a rock L-Y, L-Y-T-E. I am the Lyte as a rock L-Y, L-Y-T-E. . Do you understand the metaphoric phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?'.
Fifteen years old, thought I was in love. I was never told, sex is like drugs. Too much will drive you crazy, in fact. The brother was so good, had me comin' back.
Ain't no other, this is me and this is it. Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit. I don't know why though, they try to compare me.
People, look at us now. In the midst of confusion. We lost sight somehow. How, in the name of the planet. I just don't understand it. Look at us now. .
I'm not saying that I'm something special. But you might know my name to some degree. Sometimes I can't believe that I'm still standing. And it feels pretty good to be me.
Sometimes, I can't help but feeling that I'm. Living a life of illusion. And oh, why can't we let it be. And see through the hole in this wall of confusion.
I have a mansion but forget the price. Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice. I live in hotels, tear out the walls. I have accountants, pay for it all.
Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I. Always hear when you sigh. Never in my wordland. Could there be ways to reveal. In a phrase how I feel. . Have you ever heard two turtle doves.
Peg o'my heart. I love you, don't let us part. I love you, I always knew it would be you. Since I heard your lilting laughter. It's your Irish heart I'm after.
You know the feeling of something half remembered. Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well. You know the feeling of recognizing someone.