Well I check the time. Stand in line. I'm on my own again. By myself. My best friend. All those things you did, you said. Never really meant. So right now I'm back here once again.
Mylene Farmer ( From Star Club Magazine Portrait). Born: September 12th, 1961. Birth place: Montreal, Canada. Height: 1.67 m. Weight: 49 kg. Eyes: light brown.
Un maman a tort. Deux c'est beau l'amour. Trois l'infirmière pleure. Quatre je l'aime. Cinq il est d'mon droit. Six de tout toucher. Sept je m'arrête pas là.
May you never lay your head down. Without a hand to hold. May you never make your bed out in the cold. You're just like a great and strong brother of mine.
I can't work it out. You can't stand me up. Time is on hand, I've learned my lesson. Time is so short. But it's so precious to us. Us. . I laugh, you cry.
I'm speaking, not thinking, not sure if I'm making sense. I'm dreaming, not sleeping, awake it doesn't make sense. . But I'm waiting for a sign. Anything to stall for time.
It's not that I don't care for you. I just didn't want you to know. I may not be so perfect but. You knew that a long time ago. . Whenever we meet I can hardly remain upright on my feet.
Mama never told me. About things that papa used to do. We thought he loved us so. Woah oh. Woah oh. . Always digging trenches, making fences. To stop the rain it came a dashing down.
Too blind to see. What's going on with me. Too dumb to cry. Too dead to die. Nervously I'm standing there. Too numb to breath the air. Something's wrong, certainly.
Even though the rain won't stop falling. and the winds howl outside. I do not fear, for every breath I take. they're losing me. . A faint scent of summer.
Sprung from total emptiness. Inpenetratable and cold. I'm drawn into the gray. And then only darkness. . I can hear the rain again. And feel the fragrance of fall.
This is the man I was made to be.. . These bridges that are so easily broken are rebuilding themselves.. Will you meet me in the middle so I can find myself?.
Like Elvis, like everyone. We all die, we all live on in photos. And paperbacks, if we're lucky. We're coming back. . Mother Mary over, over. Mother Mary over, over me.
There was a guy. An under water guy who controlled the sea. Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge. From New York and New Jersey. . This monkey's gone to Heaven.
"They are bitter little people. The are gonna scream a bit. The image of a little troublemaker. Animal lunatic. Maybe we can stick'em with it. Choke'em in solutions.
Open Areas. Was the name of the book. He never, never, never wrote. . Man overboard, man overboard. Man overboard. . We paved the roads. We really blanketed everything.
For the last twenty years,. She was sure and just waiting to leave.. She would shake in her sleep,. And over and over repeat,. There's plenty of time to bury.
(CHORUS). MOVE ON ME BABY. COME AND GET THIS LOVE. SAY YOU NEED IT AND YOU WANT IT GOT TO HAVE IT BABY. I BEEN THANKIN LATELY. WAITED LONG ENOUGH. SAY YOU NEED IT AND YOU WANT IT GOTTA HAVE IT BABY BABY BABY BABY.
[Verse:]. If we dont got it I'll go get it (it ain't a thang). And if it's broken I'll fix it (I dont complain). But now see it's gettin' a little out of hand,.