Oh, they don't understand. No oh, mmm mmm uh oh. . They say, we're just playin' games. That it isn't real but its what we feel, oh yeah. And they say, it doesn't make sense.
Oh, they don't understand. . They say we're just playing games. That it isn't real, but it's what we feel. And they say it doesn't make sense. That we're just wasting time, and they wonder why.
You ask me why I change the color of my hair. (Yeah). You ask me why I need thirty two pairs of shoes. (To wear). . You seem to ask me why I got a lot of things.
Curtains down.. No one around.. Lights dimmed out.. Your eyelids are moving.. Recovering consciousness.. Lucidity.. Distress.. . They did what they should..
It was way past midnight. And she still couldn't fall asleep. This night the dream was leaving. She tried so hard to keep. . And with the new day's dawning.
Some other night. my love. Some other night you say. Of course you're right. dear general. but before you go away. may I please continue. just a moment more.
Mine was a Wednesday death. One afternoon. at approximately three-fifteen. I gave up and died. and nobody cried. . Mine was a bloodless death. Not grim.
i watch the game. aware of tricks. i do not want to see. i do not want to see. a card is palmed. the bets are placed. the loaded dice make three. and no one sees but me.
it's the safest way. i promise you. it's the only way to fly. my daddy said as he pointed up. at the great grey thing. in the sky. the great grey thing.
the telephone rang. my sister calling. i got to run i said. nonononono. i just want. to tell you. to tell you. dad is dead. dad is dead?. well when did it happen?.
He has passion. for ecology. Compassion. for minorities. He carries printed placards. To put an end to war. He's a hero. He's a rebel. with a half a hundred causes.
...my god. it's burst into flames. i can hear the. screaming screaming. everyone's doomed to. die. sweet jesus folks. it's a terrible sight. the announcer.
Mark hammond/robin scoffield. . It's the way of the world of you and me. Who she is. Who I am,how we move. I just sit and watch the frenzy. I can't catch my breath to stop and see.
Richard marx. . No one before you. Ever made me feel this way. You taught me how to believe. And all I've ever wanted. Is rught there in your eyes. And everything you are is that I need.
Here, I'm standing strong. I've made my choice at last forever. Here, where I belong. With you my love, my friend, no other. . Lost inside of you. I'm breathless, floating through.
You're letting go. But I need to know what should I do. The more I pull you in, the more that you get loose. We're playing games, but I can never win with you.
two, two; medicines, medicines.. . you have a heart ache, but it never really hurts.. (discovered in pain), but you never can discern.. what happen to your conscious?, what happen to your worth?.
It's been three days of drums and snares,. out on the streets and in my head,. the piccolos are in this band,. with you and me just lying and,. saying "I'll wait",.
Pace, back and forth along this road. All the stops we just go by. To the faces that we know. To the faces that we hide. Yeah we walk as if we're told.
It's time to die. all your pictures and all your pieces. two months to write. all your alibis to your pretense. i hear a voice. "am i following in your footsteps?".