Oooh, oooh, oooh. . People are talkin', talkin' bout people. I hear them whisper, you won't believe it. They think we're lovers kept under covers. I just ignore it, but they keep saying.
Just hear those sleigh bells jinglin', ring ting tinglin' to. Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you. The snow is fallin' and friends are callin' "You-who".
She doesn't know me by name. But I know everything about her. She likes to work in her rose garden. And vacation in New Hampshire. . She gets him every holiday.
Shame, shame, shame, shoulda let it go too far. Shame, shame, shame, should've opened up my heart. . Well, there you go in the wrong direction. Here I am right, where I've always been.
Oh, the fire's burning slow. Now where's that mistletoe. Dear, it's getting kind of hot in here. I need a taste of Christmas cheer. . I hope he gets here quick, I need a St. Nick fix.
First.... . Do you think you've found the future. do you see your inner lie,. are you there because you're all alone?.. . Drinking with illusion, just like time can blur your mind.
What can I tell you?. . I wasn't anyone's son. . I jumped over mountains. I vaulted the islands. I roared through the houses. I skimmed on the oceans, alone.
I've mourned now. I've no energy to cry. It was only one hour ago when you said goodbye. Come on and tell me why your answers always stop?. When the questions fly.
Ooh. Heeeyyy. Yeah. . I quite like the way you smile. I quite like the way you say my name. Somewhat of a fascination. How you swirl a conversation. When we're apart.
Just wanna be in a magazine. The movie screen. Staring back at you. Something kinda magical. Incredible. You stayed away from the status quot. The Radio.
I talk to the lady with the steel gray eyes. While the sun is going down. And we talk of the things that we wish to know. But she's really not around.
Oh, archer with your bowstring tight. Won't you let fly with your shaft of light. Are you hunting your quarry now?. Are you leaving me, babe, leaving anyhow?.
Written by Kris Kristofferson. One of the first songs I ever heard and loved.. well I woke up Sunday morning. with no way to hold my head. that didn't hurt.
Well I woke up Sunday mornin'. With no way to hold my head. That didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad. So I had one more for dessert.
Saturday morning, yeah. I come in late. Just to find if you were there. Just to look at your long brown hair. . And dream a dream out in the hall. Was that my name that's just been called?.
Sleepwalker. Walking around. Sleepwalker. Wearing a frown. . Sleepwalker. Going downtown. Sleepwalker. Going all the way down. . Cheap hotel. Cheap hotel.
Like fallin' rain. The days go by. Can't kill the pain. And you wonder why. . We'll be strong. Hold on. A lot of love to go around. . Stay wild. My soul child.
Be good to you, take care of you. Shake loose of those self-help blues. You gotta lot of livin' to do, you can't be givin' up on you. Sometimes the stars or the moon gonna play a trick on you.
I've never been the one. Who had my head on straight. So I gave myself this job. Now I'm waitin' at the gate. For my bag to be inspected. . For some crazy reason.
Baby, don't you know. I hate it when you cry. When your tears fall down I feel like I could die. Or disappear that's the fear that you have. But you've got to follow your own path.