1, 2, 3, 4!. . Tonight we're gonna have a good time. Tonight we're gonna have a ball. We're here to lower inhibitions. Tonight you're gonna get it all.
Anxious eyes wait by the window. She waits, she hears the wind blow. Taking all she has and she knows. It's a cold summer wind. . No, it's not the first time.
The pages of life have never been turned. Till troubles and trials a lesson to learn. Another receiver, a push and a shove. Another believer in the story of love.
Do I have to change my name. Move to another town, start all over again?. Nothing seems to feel the same. Whenever you're around, you treat me like an old friend.
From my humble point of view. She don't love nobody. Nothing borrowed nothing new. She don't love nobody. . Behind the green eyes I detect. She don't love nobody.
I know that sometimes I'm difficult sometimes I'm crazy. I'm like a storm that keeps blowing your way. And I know it's not fair I can't think of a reason to hurt you this way.
I just wanna love somebody outside the coldness of my own hard truths. Why can't he breathe without it bein' a warnin'. Why can't I break without it breakin' me... and you.
Welcome to the dream come true.. It's like your favorite movie, only better.. So much to say, but why bother?. There's too many pretty things to feel..
Sleeping tight.. Contented sugarplums danced.. Not a care in the world.. The contract shone with permanence.. The moment had arrived.. Somehow I had survived the questions..
No eye contact with your reflection. Hating what's inside yourself again. Maybe your heavy conscience could use some correction. Pay doctor yourself more attention.
Guess I'll be wearin' out another pair of walkin' shoes. Tryin' to reach the place I've always seen myself. And yesterday I thought that it might be right here with you.
It really felt like something different in my heart. It really felt like something different from the start. . With the music so loud. I dance to the rhythm.
Work like a pawn and you have no pay to get. All day long. Work like a fool and they're takin' on what's good. All day long. . Boys are girls are in the streets.
This is my last letter dear to you. . This is my last letter, baby. I just cant write you anymore. My poor little fingers are swollen. Im tired of pacin' the floor, yes I am.
I compose, every center, every perspective. any part is a nose. I propose, a way of looking, or a way of looking past this. Our redemption shows perfect stillness.
You say I'm the greatest and bound for glory. Well, the word is out and I learned. Got the latest side of the story. You're pulling out before you get burned.
As I walk through our living-room-turned-battlefield,. I seek a pardon for my part in this ol' war. And I feel shame for the flame we ignited, then ignored,.
Now she's someone else's problem, and I'm finally free. From all the daily heartache and night time misery. Troubles they're all over, she's just a memory.
Shes a Lot Like Texas. Beautiful and Wild, Unpredictable and Free. A Hearts Thats Strong and Restless. Her Love Goes on for Miles, She Will Always Be,.
Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways. They show me the right path into your home,. in the city's depth. Down here are the villages of hope for the artists.