Believe it or not, I'm walking on air.. I never thought I could feel so free.. Flying away on a wing and a prayer.. (cough, cough). Who could it be?. Believe it or not, it's just me..
Walk through the Highlands with a pit bull terrier. Inhaling coffee with a 40 dollar pedicure. Outside I swear I smell a crazy couture line of clothes.
Well, I heard it all before. But this deserves an explanation. From the underwear on the floor. Please excuse the exclamation. . Shit, I thought for a certain.
Take a look at daddy mo' with his attitude slung down low.. He's a pistol packin' pete with a cocain tongue,. Long enough to lick his pinkie toe.. Drives a corvette, sparkle green,.
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker). . All of our lives, we spend watching with covered eyes in a world gone blind.. All of the evil, man against man, only out for himself..
(butch walker & chrystina lloree). . I met you where the walls were velvet.. Slingin' chili in a corset.. Makin' love to every face that walked into the room..
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child). . She's a small town high school homecoming queen,. Only seventeen.. The kind of girl every boy would love to bring home home,.
Girl I never meant to make you hurt. I just want you comeback to me.. . It seems like yesterday, you were here now youve gone. Its so hard to forget what we had, how we loved.
I don't wanna go through this life. Without you by my side. And I got it all worked out. In my head here's how it's got to be. . It'll be you and me up in the trees.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Wait for me. And I'll be coming home soon. . And when you cry your eyes I'll remember. Stare at me. I can hypnotize you.
I might be lost in my hands heartbroken. But my aim is true. I might be long gone but I'm still taking chances. Tryin' to get home to you. . There's got to be something more to the riddle.
Travellers pass the fast could hardly post a card Travellers go to soon don't wait for a town's full moon. Hover about the earth bound souls snapshot ancient mysteries Cut off times that pass too slow often leave before they go.
The candles mutate into ice. The faces loose their love that nice. Explorin' the mistery. That's not my case. The sweetness of the air. is getting that bitter.
Hammering pickaxe on rocklike ice announce new light on endless dark a pair of eyes immensely deep melt their glances through the falling cover Long hair carpets a straight staring head that knows of former centuries freezed in a fraction of a warm September night in the warm September light.
I reawake from restless sleep. something quite famous is going on. Show me a sign - reincarnate. your free will and our time. . Show me.....you know. about the other part of you.
Hoofbeats cling into rhythm. of the jolting of a cart. The coachman's cowl that flutters. Like the owl's wing through the night. Bears something in its purple hem.
The Mask felt a new kind of pride. Opening up against all his doubts. A brand - new moon was to shine. Onto his new galaxy on his mind. . So the Mask talked to the trees.
All my well-known jukeboxes. now spit out all my coins. and the ruins of my love affairs. dare another touch on time. Final curtain will be fallin'. without countin' out my time.