Saying I love you. Is not the words I want to hear from you. It's not that I want you. Not to say, but if you only knew. How easy it would be to show me how you feel.
Nothing is right, everything's wrong now. Where do I go this time?. What do I try, no, I don't belong now. Where do I go?. . I need some kind of miracle.
Mi sono innamorato di Marina. Una ragazza mora e assai carina. Ma lei non vuol saperne del mio amore. Cosa faro' per conquistarle il cuor. Un giorno l'ho incontrata sola sola.
No friends, nothing to do, no start, no end. Stuck in the middle of all of these games. Runnin' around in an empty room. Bumpin' into the cold brick walls.
Headlights on traffic while I'm on the phone. Midnight madness tryin to make my way back home. Man in the right lanes givin me the finger. Thought I couldn't see and id let it linger.
The fit is generous and loose. The coat is filled with down of goose. Should I feel guilty about that?. I wouldn't wear the fur of a cat. . The coat is black so in New York City.
Listen to the people talk. Listen to the people talk. She's such a good girl. She's such a good girl. . No nobody knows. Nobody knows. Not even your best friend knows.
my new bicycle is race car blue. it used to belong to my big sister sue. she grew a little too tall. then traded it to me. for my old basketball.. . riding that thing.
my my broken heart. well, i wake up every morning. and i just crack up without warning. i would be as good as maybe grandma. but i must get a grip on.
( Words & Music by Terre Roche ). . O Mr Sellack. Can I have my job back?. I've run out of money again.. Last time I saw ya. I was singing Hallelujah.
Sunday, cold weather. Home, that's where I'll stay. Okay I admit it, I've been drifting. Dreaming the hours away. . Dreamin' of love. The gentle kind.
by David Roche. . He's not dead or alive. He's not off with some other guy. He's not lost track of the time. He's just. . Missing. . People say hey it'll never happen to me.
The yoke. The yoke. The yoke upon. The yoke upon the neck. The yoke upon the neck of the disciple. . That neither our fathers. Nor we are able to bear.
I wanted to take your face in my hands. And kiss you on the mouth at the funeral. There was a quake in the place where love demands to be noticed. And found out making you beautiful.
Is it the sky today,. The way the wind's pushing the clouds,. Or is it the late day sun,. Pushing the shadows over the ground,. That brings on these memories.
I get dragged by my hands. I don't want this to end. And can you tell from my face. I want you to do it again?. . You mystify me. You mystify me. And I'm all tangled up.
Calls at 3 am. And stands you up again. She has ten thousand friends. It's just the way she is. . Never waits in line. Never has the time. But she makes you lose your mind.
Lost Madonna of the Wasps. I wonder where we crossed. I wonder why she lost me. . Lost Madonna of the Wasps. She's lying in the frost. I wonder what she cost me.
Well you always causing' havoc when you walk into a bar. a litttle' skirt's a rising', drive me crazy from a far. you know I always wanted it, you stick it in my face.
Headlines, staring in your face, trying to catch your eye. Question, words upon the page only criticize. . Speculation dramatized. . Media Machine. It's an evil in disguise.