Chorus. . Mammy didn't have a child. Wild goes with a working man. Church go in deep. Gain who did all daddy came. He grab the bottom hand. And told is nothing you can do.
Cast shadows through the days. And swing the night and come with me. There's nothing to believe in here. So just believe in me. . Your sense of apprehension suits you.
You don't need to talk French to make me giddy. You don't need to fly me off to some foreign city. You don't need pretty words just to turn my head. And you don't need to be a Casanova in bed.
I've tried to mark the plains;. I've cried and screamed your name,. but all has been in vain.. My tired self remains.. . My attempts at love. are not worth speaking of..
You won't ask then I won't tell. Anything about myself to you, honey, I'm an open book. A little hard to read that may be true. A little hard to read that may be true.
Chained to rocks,. without remorse,. The sentence to serve. Made myself a man. . I've given them the fire. I've given them the shape,. Omnipotence is nothing compared to the progress..
The plague that destroyed the world. . Created by grace, beautiful soul, all the qualities were given to you,. Uncontaminated, deceived by gods, you destroyed the age of the gold.
she says this species doesnt know itself,. it stamps around like an arrogant child,. tiny, lonely and rarely humble in our minuscule perspective,. swilling in a self assured perception,.
the waters pinking up with the ink in your veins. air bubble now is creeping closer to your brain. the water in the vase simulated the soil. but youve been disconnected now for so long.
She looked for perfection in an imperfect world. 'Cause she needed perfection where his hatred was curled. And she tried to remember how heaven had felt.
We were searching for some kind of love. Will this human bowl ever be filled?. When we're so distracted anyway. Talking about eating peanuts for another day.
Patience a silent virtue. I don't want to hurt you. Reflex to old imprinting. Your eyes are squinting. . And it seems I'm not what you wanted me to be.
Fall in love with pan. For he's the perfect man. Fall in love with pan. For he's the perfect man. All my sisters around the land. Take him in your traveling van.
Sally Ann designs the clothes. that she models on the concrete. moving her backwards. down a one way street. Home sweet home. for the beggar gypsy. Is where she counts your money.
Haha I kissed Polly goodnight haha as we stood at her front door. Now she's quite a proper lady so I didn't ask for anything more. But haha I was feeling oh so groovie that I went down to the movie.
(I'll tell you a story of silly young king. Who played with the world at the end of a string. But he only loved one single thing and that was just a peanut butter sandwich).
Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen. A gettin' in an' out of some millionaire's long, custom made limousine. She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see.
Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy. They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die. They put poison in my coffee they put ground glass in my oatmeal.
In the public eye theye fabricated you.. Chose your selling points to sell.. Became an object they can hate or pursue.. But no one asked just how you felt..
As I admire the smiles on the people in the photo. I think "What am I missing this time?". I'm always racing, chasing, someone, somewhere,. that isn`t mine.