Solitude, that silent sanctuary,. Has hair autumn and cherry,. Falling in ribbons so curled.. . Solitude, that silent sanctuary,. Is where we come to bury.
We knew it all then,. Back when men were men;. When every page turned. Was another lesson learned.. . But time has marched through. With its steel-toed boots;.
You're a cool con man,. Fingers oh so light.. You take what you can;. Can't take back the night.. . Cheat on your taxes;. You cheat on your wife.. Say it relaxes.
Satan dressed himself in black. And sauntered into Sandy Hook.. Teachers died to stop the attack;. Couldnt save the lives that he took.. . The devil made them go through Hell,.
Silence surrounds me,. Violence hounds me,. My fear astounds me,. Finds me standing here,. Stranded behind this. Blind, black line veneer.. I lack any clear.
The believers' last stand begins;. They're stacking Bible upon Bible,. Using that old reliable. As they try to sandbag sin.. . The floodwaters are rising;.
Sadness casts its shadow. Clear across my day.. That's all you need to know -. What more can I say?. . You want the dark details,. Every blank filled in..
Je suis tann de me faire juger. sur ma faon d'tre et de penser.. Et j'en ai assez de la hirarchie. des millieus loigns.. . Les petites gangs pis les potins,.
Tension on the line. Cinnamon with wine. It's the way she talks her talk. The soft seducing kind. As your ear dissolves to chalk. She takes over your mind.
Stay with her, you're gonna miss her. When you're leaving by yourself. . Stay with her, you're gonna miss her. Just you and no one else. . Chorus:. . And you know, the way the wind it blows.
Hello, you, I think I've seen you before. Was it the village or outside my front door. Let's go for a drink I think I know the right place. To see your face.
This summer I went swimming. This summer I might have drowned. But I Held my breath, kicked my feet. And I moved my arms around,. Moved my arms around.
Oh father come to the window. Look over yonder lake. At the wondrous golden city. Beyond the icy wake. In my short life we've passed this way. Ten times or more.
Red running shoes with crumbling soles. Clashed with pink pearls 'round my love wanton soul. My body was attired in jute, jean and satin. I waited for Valentine.
My Mama drives a cab. For the Star Cab company. And when she's on a call. I'm in my own custody. . Don't throw the meter, mama. . She drives me into town.
People love the working man. Who does the best that he can. But don't forget all the horses and toys. Never could fix the poor, little, rich boys. . People say they love the maid.
Southern boys are warm and lovely. They speak gently of their homes and show you pictures of the folks. Their breath in your ear is as soft as the cotton.
I used to know a pretty girl. Who cut off all her hair. The scissors flew among the curls. And curls went everywhere. . I gathered up her fallen locks.
In Delaware when I was younger. I would live the life obscene. In the spring I had great hunger. I was Brando I was dean. . Blaspheming booted blue-jeaned baby boy.
Mmmmm Mmmmmm Mmmmm. . Ow, why time insists to pass me by?. I won't lie, I'm scared stiff of letting go. Still now I'm not near ready for goodbyes. Back then you took a piece of me with you.