Giving in to love. And sharing my time. Letting someone into my misery. I told it all step by step. . How I landed on the island. And how I swim across the sea.
Halloween in New York. On the way home from London. Eight weeks on tonight still. But all the other winter's I spent. . She lived in a house. Where Mission Street bends.
It takes a long long time to find my piece,. Ill never tear it apart to see whats inside. It takes a long long time to see these. pictures of myself on the photo.
This dog got bit on a leg. He got a really big chip on a leg. Don't want to get out of bed. Unless he feels like it's justified. . This dog got bit on a leg.
I'm trying. To mold this into something that works. I've been. Tearing down these walls I once stood. With these hands. Are callused from failure attempts of construction that.
we've got a live one on our hands. scenario rated m for mature. should i be obliged to apprehend your aura?. insolence has no cure. . the performance had its moments.
I have a son growing inside. I've seen the response. Of God in me coming to life. Kicking me strong, draining my blood. . You're my first child. I'll show you no harm.
Eh marara i lle llea. You are about to embark on a journey. You are going to visit monkeys, dolphins. And people. . I look around and all I see are politicians on the take.
Ay mima no. No me toque. No me rompa el corazon. . Ay mima no. No me rompa. No me rompa el corazon. Ay mima no. No me toque el corazon. . Awaniye, awaniye, awaniye.
Yes, mama - yes, girl. Hear me calling you. So sweet, so sweet. My sugar`s so sweet. . My baby don't you go. Aint seen my little sugar come home. So sweet, so sweet.
Gold and silver. Is the autumn. Soft and tender. Are the skys. Yes and no's. Are the answers. Written in. My true love's eyes. . Autumn's leaving. Winter is coming.
Sailing in seas of forget-me-not. Joining the race for the sun. Following baits made of daisy-chains. The new life has now begun.. . So go your way and I'll follow.
Mayfair strange in the morning light. Mayfair strange in the summer night. Mayfair strangest in the afternoon. Mayfair stretching far above. Full of fame but lacking love.
Well, there was a man who lived in a shed. Spent most of his days out of his head. For his shed was rotten let in the rain. Said it was enough to drive any man insane.
My brother. Im writing this. To tell you I love you. You showed me what true friendship means. . This life is rough. But knowing you has made me better.
Music is the song Im singing. Music is the way Im giving. Music gives my life the meaning. Music makes my world go round. . Music is the healer for me.
stuck in a mason jar. where I sealed up my heart. I take it out once a week. to donate to charity. and through my old grey eyes. I watch the colors change in the sky.
At your old church on a Sunday. Sitting quiet and alone. Across the room a young believer. Who'd made those walls his second home. A glance in your direction.
Michigan. It seems that I'm always just passing through. Michigan. This time I think I need something from you. . Give up the wonder that you hold. 'Cause just singing about it is getting old.
Maybe tomorrow. I'll leave this day behind. And maybe then. I'll sing a new song for you. . And we'll mull over coffee. And the movie we just saw. While you go on about your job.