Remember the world. Living in the half. That you cannot see. Been walking a line. The thinning tide. And stepping in too deep. Watching water thread my sleeve.
In your old room. Where we caught you. Stepping through some old song. You said came from. Where your going. A lady read it in you palm. Down at the 12th Avenue market.
Hey you Jojo,. Yeah I know your name.. Thought I saw you,. Jump a Utah train,. But I could not say,. I could not say.. . Heard you tried to. Keep your hat on a shelf..
I was in between.. I was an offering.. I was a burning branch.. Close to feeling tall.. Almost a free fall,. I was made of chance.. And when the colors bleed,.
If ever you should die I know I'd shave my head. It's not a morbid thought, I mean it out of love. . Come back daddy. Come back to the bitter end. Come back daddy.
Somewhere in a lonely hotel room. There's a guy starting to realize that eternal. Fate has turned its back on him.. It's two a.m.. . It's two a.m.. The fear has gone.
Les. Are you there?. The days are a mess. And the nights don't care. . It's getting outrageous. But I don't think it's contagious. All so perplexing. Glad ya don't mind me texting.
You wake up and there's something there tugging at your sleeve. It's not the pitter-patter, the one in your dreams. Held on by the chain, the unbreakable chain.
Changing moods and stranger feelings. In my dealings with the world. Faces that I've seen before am I sure. Or has my brain turned. . Thinking about things I don't understand.
And you would cause the sun to see your light and then be shamed. You cover darkness with a thousand secret flames with your love. Oh my love, oh my love, my love.
And you would cause the sun to see your light. And then be shamed. You cover darkness with a thousand secret flames. With your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love.
While in the streets of all our fears. They reign supreme as orders go. They are the last to have their say. And last to know it doesn't matter how you try.
Met a man with the answer to everything. Books and words from philsophers come. Analysed and he cut down a winter tree. To find the sun. . Fell asleep, had a dream by the winter tree.
Sultan king cruel majesty. Ordered that his women die. A single night this for all his wives. Takes his pleasure then their lives. . And so for many days with the dawn.
We will be a melody so free. A fragrance on the cooling breeze. You to me such gentle poetry. And who would not love days like these?. . Hold for us the crystal and the stream.
The sisters worked for the people round them. Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor. And they cared and tried but were worn with. Their fears and the years of heartbreak.