If you take the train when you leave me. Ill stand on the platform and make sure you see me. By the time you get a seat. And roll on down the track. You just might change your mind.
Could I change the way you feel?. Could I make you see there's more than holding on?. Can you ever let your heart believe again?. . So this is where we are.
The past we seek some certainty. The seasons we remember. The light of May and darkest days. The month we call November. . To leave behind the wasted time.
You play guitar for perfect strangers. You write some words they try to sell. And then you sing these things in public. Sometimes not very well. . You get paid to go to parties.
Turning the wheel to emptiness. There when you breathe your final breath. No one to hold you anymore. Haven't they told you, baby. . You're always alive.
Look at history, open the books,. There are statues with great looks,. There are gods, there are kings,. I'm pretty sure I'm the same thing.. Beyond boundaries, beyond rules,.
He beat the drum and lit the fires. He sent the messages in vain. But the sound of his philosophy. Rose above the falling rain. . And to you who find it difficult.
And so we're chastened. We feel so insecure. We're frightened. Now not sleeping around's. Enlightened. What did we do wrong?. While love bereaves me. I can't believe in me.
I'm not a prophet; I'm just the man who's not sleeping like a log.. I'm not blind if I can see that there's a door to knock.. Breaking news! Breaking news! But always the same,.
There's no science that could explain such silence. There's no wise man who could stand such silence. Don't believe in miracles, it is you in the hole.
And I feel good and fine. Ask for something, I don't mind. And I lead all my time. I'm just yawning under the sun. . No pain, no gain. You know, life is not just a game.
The wind's whistling. my mind's twisting. I was making myself the usual cup of tea. when the doorbell strangely rang. Because I've been up here for a while.
Hello, my dear friend. Your reputation quite true. These are thoughts I've held on. And saved inside for you. . I remember. Couldn't trust you once. Not ever.
Talking is useless when your cards have all been shown. I'll make you feel bitter and I'll never use the phone. 'cos I'm not the kind of person soft enough to cry.
NO TURNING BACK (Marie Claire D'Ubaldo). When you called, I was sleeping. when you called, I was dreaming. I was walking in a garden. I was talking with eucalyptus.
No matter how, I try to convince myself. Eventually I fall in love with someone else. But I'm content just to live here in a lie. And I know healing only comes through time.
You, left with suitcase in hand, unplanned, you know. That you, should have left me a note, so I'd understand. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right. But it's at this point you should start to cry.
Do you want to step to this? Wanna mess with this?. Wanna piss on this? You're on my shit list. Did you lie to me? Are you blind to see?. I never ever gave a fuck of what they thought of me.
The actions misleading. And leave it further still it's hopeless. And pointless. The words have no meaning. And unlike all the rest. Its something i dont mind.