When I am returning. Another day on the job. It's like a revelation coming home. Seeing you sleeping with the light on. Mm hmm. . It's just these simple things.
I don't know if I can do this alone. Oh, after all our sweet love is flown. I've been a running, I've been skipping like a stone. And I don't know if I, I can do this alone.
A thousand empty window. And only half the lights are out. I wonder what these people's lives. What they might be all about. . Do they got a lover. And could they have a family.
You've been playing your own game, baby. And you didn't give me the rules.. Now I'm sitting on the sideline. And I'm feeling just like a fool.. . You don't have to speak,.
Go ahead baby, run away again. Im growin' tired of chasin' you. I know you only have time to love me. You've got nothin' better to do. . Whos bold enough to believe.
I guess it's time to write another one about being drunk. And I just sit outside with a smoke on. It's too late, its too late his jaw's all over the place.
You don't look the same. You taste different too. . Would you even recognize me. If you saw me walking down that cobble street?. We can start again. You know it's for the best.
Come out with me. In the salt of the blinding rain. Let it leave its trace in the pepper grace. Of your sweet holy face. While up above the storm. The heavens proceed.
Are you such a dreamer?. A sleeping sick with endless time. When you pushed over the corner. You know that i. . Better that being the cream. Better than dreaming on.
Yenə əvvəlki tək idi,. Günəşi də, küləyi də,. Yağışı da, çiçəyi də. Sənsə dəyişdin bu yazı. Bu yaz unudulmayacaq. . Qıvrım-qıvrım tellərin də. Titrək, incə əllərin də.
Don't Fall Asleep.... Don't Fall Asleep.... . I just want your hand. walking through the dark house. of symphony of highrony. . Falls at your feet. Don't fall asleep.
There's rows and rows of houses. With windows painted blue. With the light from a TV. Running parallel to you. . But there is no sunken treasure. Rumored to be.
Like a cloud his fingers explode. On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows. His hearts in a bowl behind the bank. And every evening when he get home.
Like a cloud his fingers explode. On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows. His hearts in a bowl behind the bank. And every evening when he get home.
I done spent my last three cents. Mailing my letter to the president. I didn't make a show, I didn't make a dent. So I'm swinging over to this independent gent.
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze. Spiders are filling out tax returns. Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies. On a private beach in Michigan.
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze. Spiders are filling out tax returns. Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies. On a private beach in Michigan.
I was on my way home. From high school. Stuck at the crossing. I dug in for a duel. . But at the last moment. I buried the brakes. My life split in two directions.
Well I can't tell you anything. You don't already know. I keep on trying. I should just let it go. . I keep on singing. Your eyes, they just roll. It sounds like someone else's song.