She was talking about the world situation. She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool. I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation. And the Ayatollah's rule.
I am far from grace. I am far from truth. I am far from love. I feel so far from you. . I want to come back home. I want to come back home. I want to come back home.
You never get older. Staying undefined. No fresh faced elder. Turned water to wine. Stand a bit closer to fleeting fires. And I won't try to lift a boulder.
It's all happenin' all around,. A peoples celebration coming down.. A movement big enough to split the world in half right now,. Without a sound.. `Cause we don't want to live abused,.
he/. . I don't feel quite myself. I think I'm losing heart. I'm sick and tired of all those words. Voices in my head. I think I have become. Another suffering of my soul.
Need to stay right here. I don't care if there is a better place. I must try it myself. Again. My broken sleep will never be the same. I'm only hanging on.
You tell me you don feel like you remember. You say you look like May but you feel like December. Why don we make plans for August again. Why do we always change with the weather.
It's 6 a.m., out here again in the clinic line.. It's freezing cold, you may get told come back another time.. They can help you, but they can't help you for free..
Maybe what you've seen isn't part of me at all. It must belong to someone, but not to me. . Maybe I was too quick - too quick to turn my head. But I had to go - just to get around.
Well, well now now baby. Let's just go all night long. Well on, on, on, on, darlin. I just want you to go on more. There won't be no tuttie fruiti. No not at all, c'mon baby just.
God this must. Must be for certain. If you are here. . Raise my world an ossuary. Staring through the gate wide-eyed. Did you think I'd salivate and beg.
Well I'm rolling in the fire. Consumed in my desire. On my knees in the chapel of love. You make me wanna all the time. I don't care if I go blind. On my knees in the chapel of love.
ol hangin moon castin rays. on them raw bones and swampland graves. the dirty thirties. in a bible belt town. a bad moon rising, a son going down. olde fashion black magik.
I don't know I don't care, cause all we ever do is fight. And, I realize it's the end but that's all right.. I never understood.. Never tried to save the day..
Well, someday you'll be sorry. That you fucked around and waited. For Amsterdam and lily-white. So heavenly sedated. . It's faster than a speeding bullet.
Have you ever been so down. every time you looked aroun. despair is like a silently cloud beside you. well centuries fly and decades pass. buildings fall and mountains last.
Tell her you need her, tell her you love her. Don't let another say the words, you should have said. Or you'll be one boy too late to hold her tight. One boy too late to hold her every night.
outside the great divide. the dogs racked up about wild hangers. the fleshy neighborhood is still the city. the wire bled into chairs. the chairs eaten by dogs waiting for a ride.
Make of our hands, one hand. Make of our hearts,one heart. Make of our vows, one last vow. Only death will part us now. . Make of our lives, one life.