Lonesome, lonesome and blue.. My arms want to hold you,. In dreams that come true.. Lonesome, oh, where are you?. These eyes want to hold you and see you..
Today I found some ol' remains chains that once held us together. Petals of old faded rose and a few old I-love-you-forever letters. And I ran across some mem'ries of you I thought I'd never see again.
I never knew. I never do. How love controls me. Seeing you. The first time. You got a hold'a me. . But like a fool. A fool in love. There's always bliss and happiness.
Waste away to nothin' in a dark, dusty tomb. Lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room. Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow. Solve the wicked problem, never asking how.
(written by shelby lynne). . Well I guess this is it babe. Reality has hit home hard. No need in puttin' it off anymore. Just turn away and let me walk.
(On, on on on, Lead the fight on). (On, on on on, Lead the fight on). . You know every part of me. I know every part of you. Tell me a story with an ending that makes me smile.
Lucky 4 you, 4 you. Lucky 4 you. . You always say that I have multiple personalities. I bounce around somewhere between my dreams and reality. So where'd you dig up the audacity to ask me.
When I said I love you, baby. You said knock on wood. I'm afraid I knocked harder. Than I probably should. Those mockingbird words got away from me. Wish I could take them back, yeah.
When I said, "I love you baby", you said, "Knock on wood". I'm afraid I knocked harder than I probably should. Those mockingbird words got away from me.
My blistered feet turn bloody. So I take to the air. And I am everywhere, I am starlight. Oh, I am moonlight. . Over burning fields and bodies. I stay close to the ground.
In a power dive. In a slow burn. Over ancient fields. Over islands. . From the slope and the rise. Of the mainland. Unfamiliar shapes. . Through the atmosphere.
Take some sense and Ill stumble home. Its been a while since Ive been alone. Ill break some bread and Ill pour some wine. The conversation will be all mine.
the hollow light. is still on the fields. where the winter has warmed. and the snows have drained waway. and the hunter's cry. is still on the air. as the bullet flies home.
I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below. So slow. I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below. Lordy, go slow. . Sure would like to know what you been thinkin'.
In the consecrated chambers. Of a mountain's winter day. I left her at the turning. To go on her seeking way. . To pass o'er meadows green and bare. Or brown as her auburn hair.
She grew up with the children of the stars. In the Hollywood Hills, in the Boulevard.. Her parents threw big parties. Everyone was there.. They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper.
Was it right, was it wrong?. Were you fighting for so long?. Did you try, did you stray?. Did you turn the other way?. . Was it too much to ask?. Were you tethered to your past?.
It's 3 a.m. and the snakes have moved in. I'm playing to 4 drunks and me. But the beer is cold and the memory is old. And the lights are so bright I can't see.
Sometimes it's hard to stay sane. Dogtags like shackles on my brain. We've got a language of our own. You learn to talk bad. When you're far from home..