Jumping into streams of nectar. Falling through these clouds of silver. Reaching for these angels faces. Waking up in fields of feathers. Its tied me up inside its tied me up inside.
If I was a prophet, if I was a saint. Sent here to save you to bury the pain. Would I be different? Would I belong?. . Voices are silent, arms are at bay.
Feeling so alone. Complexion white as stone. Looking for a getaway. . Broken by the strain. And constant rearrangement. Anything is possible. . Yeah. Anything is possible.
You got it all worked out this living. You made it all whacked out this giving thing. Torn a soul and left it kicking. Drilled a hole right through my perfect world.
Don't you think it's sad?. Happiness is dead, our rain has gone. We're building up the walls. Just to see them fall away. . Which way should I go? Further up as I float trying to understand.
Waking each day. No money no pay. Living in a box alone with his pain. Kissing the rain that's pouring again. Blaming the system from where we came. Trapped inside a fish eye lens.
Pull back my skin. Look deep within. Transparent grins. The more you kill me. Just see how it is. Just see how it really is. . There's radiation in my head.
Vivo en un edificio, a dos cuadras de la facultad. Donde guardo los vicios. En la entrada hay seguridad. Pero siempre hay vecinas incapaces. Para distinguir.
La indomita luz. Se hizo carne en mi. Y lo deje todo. Por esta soledad. Y leo revistas. En la tempestad. Hice el sacrificio. Abrace la cruz al amanecer.
So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves once again,. for the storm approaching is those who long before huddled in caves from. the rain..
We met on the beach amid rumours of war. Your head in your hand, what you saw you won't say. As the newspapers blew in the wind. I can see you're one of that kind.
We met on the beach amid rumours of war,. your hair in your hand, what you saw you won't say. as the newspapers blew in the wind.. . I can see you're one of that kind.
Before the phone hits the receiver. You're halfway to the door. The voice said 'get out while you can,. There's just 1O minutes, nothing more'. . Time only for the essentials.
I sent my majordomo to your amanuensis. To ascertain your feelings, and strip away pretenses. And then a few days later, you sent back your vizier. And though he spoke quite courtesously.
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn. Moving in lines through the day. Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay. Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came.
On a night just like this, in a place far away. He met with a giri in the spring. And something about him just turned her around. As though she were caught on a string.
Upon this day, if all else fails. It seems we'll have to face the truth. I believe for my part in this thing. I really did love you.. . What you loved was love itself.
I'm hiding in a rain barrel. Inside these consul walls,. This shaft of light is so narrow. I can't see much at all,. Outside I hear the feet running. Voices all around,.
An einem Sonntagmorgen. gehen wir ohne Sorgen. in die Stadtrand-Siedlung rein. wir sehen scheinbar unbeschwert. Rock Pop in concert. unsere Laube ist ganz klein.
I. Now I know you've heard the stories of all the cowboys of the West. Matt Dillon and Bat Masterson were two of the best. But of all the fast gun slingers that the West was known to fame.