My love is as the rose. As wild and free as I should wish to be. Close guarded by the thorns. That shield her from the hands that seek to touch.. The hourglass sand that runs so free.
The village square stands quiet. The curfew still enforced. The streets are even clear of dogs and whores. . Like some evil bird of prey. The scaffold spreads its wings.
He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes. And said "You know I'm Jesus", and I must have looked surprised. . Because he said "Please don't be hasty, no-one understands.
Cousins. . The sun was rising slowly, furnace hot at dawn. Jay was in his hammock whittling on a horn. I was in the kitchen munching stale cakes. Thinking about Rose Mary and how the cookie breaks..
In the early dawn the Bishop's men. Shivered in the damp. But the shiver came not from the cold. And spread throughout the camp. . The trembling horses sensed the fear.
My ship sails in. On a cloud of broken promises. It's just not true. Not a single word she says. Time will tell. Whether I can change my ways. It might take years.
Can't you feel it in your bones?. Oh, a change is comin' on. From every walk of life. People are seeing the light. . Can't you feel it in your heart now?.
This world, this world, my mind holds this world. My mind holds this world in its hands. This world, this world, my mind holds this world. My mind holds this world in it's hands.
This Train Dont carry no Gamblers This Train. This Train Dont carry no Gamblers no High flyers no midnight ramblers. This Train Dont carry no Gamblers This Train.
If you ever lived in a ghetto,. It may be at the close of your day,. On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox,. From a neighborhood café,. .
I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead. I just need some place where I can lay my head. 'Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?'.
Now just because I have you. You don't have to break your back to pay me back. Now, I don't give just to receive. I was taught at a Sunday school at the age of three.
She slept. to the heat of the masses. and I woke up. wanting to sound her. some time behind. I thought of writing him. that I never drew. the traps of the love.
Alguien me ha dicho que la soledad se esconde tras tus ojos. Y que tu blusa adora sentimientos, que respiras. Tenéis que comprender, que no puse tus miedos.
Las tazas sobre el mantel. La lluvia derramada. Un poco de miel. Un poco de miel. No basta. . El eclipse no fue parcial. Y cegó nuestras miradas. Te vi que llorabas.
Déjalo ser. Déjalo sacudirse bien. No hay tampa en esto. Ya vas a ver. Como tu cuerpo se abre. No esperes mas de mi. Tele, telequinesis y moverás tus pies.
Las tazas sobre el mantel. La lluvia derramada. Un poco de miel. Un poco de miel. No basta. . El eclipse no fue parcial. Y cegó nuestras miradas. Te vi que llorabas.
Walk out of the door and make my way up the street. Cold wind in my eyes rolls a tear up my cheek. Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain. Least the sound of the birds compensates for the rain.
I can't find the perfect word to say. How could I define. Nothing could relay this feeling in my mind. There's so many worlds but nothing hits the mark.
There's a line upon my face. And a new one that awaits me every morning. And every other line will only sing about a road that I never chose. By the time I turned around another day just slips away without a warning.