When you asked me out and I turned you down,. Never thought that'd stop you from askin' now.. Why'd you go and give up so easily?. I thought you'd see ....
I believe in a happy land. where the people die so we can understand. I still don't know if I'm for sure. but I hold a faith that what I feel is right.
Mes paroles qui blessent. Ne trouvent pas d'cho. Tu caches la tristesse. Qui te sale la peau. Tu enfiles ta veste. Et tu vas o il fait beau. J'sais pas pourquoi tu restes.
So good to meet you, Mr. Chess. I've always heard that you're the best. At housing knights. And castles high up in the air. . So I beseech you, Mr. Chess.
There the bones do sleep. And there the soul is soul. And there the Gods do weep. When the angels fall. . But here the thoughts won't keep. And here the blood runs cold.
Threading through the evening. It's later than I thought. A friend of mine is waiting. For cigarettes I brought. . She smiles, she seems so tired. So nothing is required.
You see them everywhere, you know those magazines. Yeah I've bought a few, they show you everything. So many news stands, well as I'm passing by. Rows and rows of you bound to catch my eye.
Satan on my lips. Paralyzed by his wicked kiss. Taking baby sips. To keep an eye on what I might miss. . Will I dream tonight. There's nothing left. There is no light.
I hear music in colors I see it in the air. And all the sisters and brothers I see them there. When all the lights go out all over town. And all the pretty fireworks fall down.
DUCK THOMAS. Duck Thomas got his eye on the cosmos. Never gonna settle for a blue rock (oh no!). He came, he saw, he conquered. Now he's moving on to the middle of Andromeda.
Moses, Moses, don't get lost | In that red sea. Smite your rod and come across | In that red sea. Oh Moses, Moses take my hand | In that red sea. Take me out of Egypt land | In that red sea.
Wild wind, take me home. To the mists of down below. I'll be flying come September day. With no borders in my way. You'll find me home until the May sun burns.
(Meghan Hayden's). . Wild wind, take me home. To the mists of down below. I'll be flying come September day. With no borders in my way. You'll find me home until the May sun burns.
Hope some day. We will meet again. I will kiss you. And hold you tight. A warm embrace. Of course you'll ask. About my. Healing needles. And If I'm still playing.