Shadows capes form a web across the sky and steal the light that runs the. Engine of my heart. Deceived by clouds but I know it will soon return to watch my every move.
Made you dance. Made you shed a tear. Made you take a chance. Talked and made you hear. . Found your faults. Loved you anyway. Had you once. But I couldn't ever make you stay.
I don't want to be the one who sleeps alone. I don't want to feel this emptiness surrounding me, no place to go. I don't want to walk along these streets alone.
The soul got out of the box... The soul got out of the box. The soul got out of the memory box. And placed itself on an unpaved road. . The soul kept shooting like an untouched woman.
You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty. You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies. I hope I don't run out of time. Could someone call a referee?.
Just stop your crying. It's a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes. . You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky.
Don't know why. There's no sun up in the sky. Stormy weather. Since my man and I ain?t together. Keeps raining all of the time. . Oh yeah. Life is bare.
[Intro]. We come from the same world, same world. We come from the same world. We come from the same world. We come from the same world, same world. .
Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scottsman's saloon. Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon. Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune.
There's a Mexican dead on a power line. He's deader than yesterday?s communion wine. He was trying to get something he couldn't afford for free. A poor man stealing electricity.
Out on the freight line there's an old hobo camp. Where a drunk man lay sleepin' in a ragged old tram. And the lines on his face mark a life on the run.
My name is Juanano de Castro. My father was a Spanish Grandee. But I won my wife in a card game. To hell with those lords o'er the sea. . Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely.
Barcelona is a woman's town women everywhere. Barcelona is a woman's eyes, raven gypsy hair. I got drunk in Barcelona and then she walked away from me.
(Bob Dylan). . Old Reilly stole a stallion. But they caught him and they brought him back. And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground. With an iron chain around his neck..
It's because to my faith. In how it should be. I never consider. And that's why I let you. Drive me, drive me crazy. It's not a question. Or trying ones fortune.
Fell in love with my lover. In the morning. Or maybe I fell. Long before you. Now I wonder. What lovers are missing. And how the name seems to. Mean passing through.
It will be better in the morning. They said the sun might shine. I'll have you close. You'll have the deeps of mine. It will be better, much better. .
I've had my eyes. I've had my ears. To steal from you. For so long. . For a sake to fill. A hole that kills. You've made me thrill. I've been wandering.
There ain't so many people. That could really make you cry. And there ain't too many things. That really eat you inside. When it happens, it feels like.
It's hard to know this secret. It chocked the hell out of me. I hope I'm net looking jealous. Of your way of staying free. But how, and why,. What was it you were telling me.