(Crowe). . I'm the same person. That saved you with my lips. The very same man. That blessed your fingertips. The only one around here. Who likes to remember you as you were.
She took a walk. Past rebels and boys who talk. Raised up her hand and fought. To bridge a divide. And the screen ghosts moaned. Flickered in every home.
I found myself drowning in a sea of people. Map markers ascribed to each one of their steeples. Under the pretext: all men are created evil. Equipped with equine engines to labor for legs feeble.
I can see her head in hands. I can taste the salt thats waiting there behind her eyes. I can feel the tears that echo in these walls. Cos shes throwing in the fantasy again.
This Girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain. She's a ghost of the city she's a body through the windscreen. This girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been.
Of all the money e'er I had. I spent it in good company. And all the harm that eer Ive done. Alas it was to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit.
Could you say that again babe. I've not heard that one before. You're looking four years older. You're looking for the door. I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the mirror.
He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt. Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt. Well he used to be a believer, â??til the city got its grip.
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more. Don't leave no message 'round her back door. They say the old laughing lady been here before. She don't keep time, she don't count score.
Don't stop singing; it's a beautiful sound. I'll get the drinks in before we hit the ground. And I don't know who'll speak first. It doesn't matter anyway tonight.
Well, hey there come over here. Y'know, I've got something to show you. Just swivel in your power chair. D'you want me to be Persephone the cookie queen.
Roll that dice again, again. And once or twice you'll reel me in. What I've got is not what I came for. But I'll keep coming back for more. . Come on lay your head upon my chest.
Pressed up against this shop front. Drawing faces there in crayon. It's a long way from the pockets full of rain. And you have walked the streets for hours.
Rain falling and a chance of snow. Jonah Louie on the radio. French beer and mistletoe. That'll be Christmas. . Cars queueing on the edge of town. Afternoon with the blinds pulled down.
I came in like a jackdaw. On the drift of an outlaw. I heard there's a warrant out. For my arrest. Among the cute little puritans. The ghosts and the hooligans.
Teacher, teacher, wont you tell me what is true. This kinda rising is just too long overdue. Teacher, teacher, howd I let it get this way?. . Cause there was someone trying to tell me I was wrong.
A barren land and a barren wife. Made Abraham laugh at his wandering life. A cruel joke it seemed then to call him the father of nations. . A heavenly prank, a celesta, all joke.
Thou the Promise. And Keeper of the promise. Our Salvation. And our only Savior. Our redemption. Our Redeemer. Thou art ours. And we are Thine. . Savior, Servant Deliverer,.
The Word is living. The Word is light. The Word delights my soul. Preserves my life. Holy and hidden. Forever new. The perfect sacrifice. Our Lord, Jesus Christ.
The Nazarene came down. To live the life of every man. And He felt the fascination of the stars. And as He wandered through this weary world. He wondered and He wept.