The minute you're gone I cry the minute you're gone I die. Before you walk out of sight I'm like a child all alone at night. I stare into emptiness I'm filled with such loneliness.
(Loving you and making believe). Making believe that you still love me it's leaving me alone and so blue. But I'll always dream still I'll never own you making believe is all I can do.
From the Albums:. * Prisoner of the night. * 2nd Live. . My town is sittin' on the ocean. My town paradise livin'. My town is all right. I've got fine friends livin' 'round the corner.
From the Album:. * Lovesweat. . I just got out my little red book. the minute that you said goodbye. I thumbed right trough my little red book. I wasn't gonna sit and cry.
Anywhere you go. I will follow, I will follow. Every time you call. I can hear you. . My killer my shadow. Wherever I go you follow. Through the busy street.
I sit here and I'm drinking. Drinking away her name. But God knows if it will help. Until now she still remains. And every glass and every hour. Deeper I will sink.
From the Album:. * On the double. . Do you remember, how she was looking,. The day, she left me on my own.. Oh lord, you know how she can rock me,. And you know she won't be coming home..
Fast flo, paints her nails. And she looks bored. So far nothing scored. When she comes from people. Take it nice and slow. That's all it takes, you know.
From the Album:. * Lovesweat. . You say that it's over baby. You say that it's over now. But still you hang around me, come on. Won't you move over. You know that I need a woman.
From the Album:. * Lovesweat. . Motorbikin' (3x), motorcycling. Movin' on the queens' highway. Lookin' like a streak of lightnin'. Too fast to live, too young to die.
Hey, lick the tip, why dontcha. . In 1983, a team of crack draw enthusiasts created a masterplan. A design for a way of livin' so revolutionary, so groundbreaking.
From the Album:. * Naked II. . A taste of breath. A kiss sweeter than honey. Your eyes a misty dream. A million miles away. And in my ear. You whisper my name.
Hey, lick the tip, why dontcha. . In 1983, a team of crack draw enthusiasts created a masterplan. A design for a way of livin' so revolutionary, so groundbreaking.
Hello, this is a song. 'bout a guy called Mitch Mover. A strange little character. That's what he is. Keeps collecting butterflies and bees. And things like that, you know.
From the Albums:. * N.E.W.S.. * Something heavy going down. . He drove his car into the city. The engine hot, the heat was on. He realized, he'd come to a crossroad.
From the Album:. * Face it. . The first time I laid my eyes on you. You happened to glance the other way. But by the look of your lazy smile. I knew I had a chance some way.
From the Single:. * Miles away from nowhere. . Thunderin' the wheels, pounding on the road. Thinking about the cargo and my precious load. I'm just a homesick-wreck, lit up by the dashboardlight.
From the Album:. * Face it. . She never leaves the house. Without a royal blush. She slaps on the pancake. And it's never too much. Old - Blue Eyes on the hi-fi.
I could be six feet under. I could be stone dead cold. Hangin' from the highest tree. Would you read my suicide note?. I'm hungry for affection. Howlin' at the moon.
You want different positions. To keep your love life successful. And you want a happy ending. With lots of stud potential reliable and perpetual. Without being distasteful.