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Running down the street I know. All too well and it feels like. I've been put under a spell. And I've tried hard to break it to make it. . But since the day you put this poison in me.
Take us out of orbit. Something's not in order. We will take a close look. Closer look ourselves. . What is going on, sir?. Will we find our answer. Not without a question.
Life is sweet and sweet is life. Things you see, along the line. Hurry up, come figure out. What's behind a million clouds. . All in time we hang around.
Depth of mercy can there be?. Mercy still reserved for me. Can my God, Your wrath forbear. Me the chief of sinners, spare?. . Its my only hope. You're my only hope.
Oh Lord I give You all I have but it seems so little. When You have given me so much. I come to You with empty hands and a heart that's fragile. You come to me with a wealth of love.
You wanna go out honey. . Baby, you've got ears just like Dumbo. It's so sweet. And your knees knock together. When your walking down the street. . Your eyes never look in the same direction.
You seem quite nice for a girl with good looks. And I'm the kinda fellow that'll make you feel better when your life gets shook. So give it a chance according to your plans.
Le vent fera craquer les branches. La brume viendra dans sa robe blanche. Y'aura des feuilles partout. Couches sur les cailloux. Octobre tiendra sa revanche.
Splitting of median entity. Practice of doubt. I look for the truth. in the silent shine of your eyes. Speaking with the forces of the air. Good vibrations, cries and whispers.
Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable. commerce scrawled in Etruscan language. Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs. People of the black market. of the third world war.
Their souls omit from their necks. Hung up our blade carves new beliefs. We ridicule your ancestry. And thoughts of holy union. . We condemn and clave.
I've been let loose and now I'm crawling up the wall. Word is I got away and now I must be caught. . Don't leave, take it from me. I've been more than a king.
Here's another story. To unfold made of secrets left untold a young girl. Who said yes to the night found. Herself at the "hotel sunrise". "Room number twenty-five, please".
In the clear. June lighting of a. Sunday morning she lies. . A soundless dream. Blows into her sleeping head. . The way she. Drops from her chaos. And slides to his smiling.
Bangkok, Oriental setting. And the city don't know that the city is getting. The creme de la creme of the chess world in a. Show with everything but Yul Brynner.
Today an old heartache came calling. An old flame I thought died out like some falling star. Instead it's rekindling some memories. That may start an out of control raging fire.
She locks him out, but leaves the key. Where he knows it'll always be. In their secret place. He comes and goes and she never knows. Just where she stands in this crazy game he plays.
Well, she said when she left that a change might do me good. So I took her advice and I did the best I could. Ive gone from this to that til Im nothing like I used to be.