She picked up his jacket. And hid her earrings in his pocket. So he'd have a reason to call. But her telephone won't ring. And the shame that it will bring.
Where does a dream belong. Locked in the mind on the edge of time. Like a ship lost in a storm. How do we find the key. . Longing to see, through the artist's eye.
I got no time. I got no time. . How can it end when it never began?. Why can't I win when I know that I can?. Seems that we've forgotten about the mess we're in.
She sits in the dark. Quietly cursing him and this love. While she's rehearsing every line. She's gonna say when she walks away. On a wing and a prayer.
He'll pick a moment he'll take a chance He'll. invite us all to a fatal dance Such a man and. such a mess - It's not an easy guess. I know that look I know that face I'd better get.
The sun goes down. I close my eyes again. Thoughts collide, then entwine. I'm still searching. . ...And with the day's dying light. The divine will arise.
O yee one eyed old man.You who see it all. You who see the past and all to be. Say,yee one eyed old man.For I need to know. Tell me which path fate has chosen for me.
No mercado da ribeira. h um romance de amor. entre a Rita que peixeira. e o Chico que pescador. . Sabem todos os que l vo. que a Rita gosta do Chico. s a me dela que no.