His clocks are all wrong. But he knows by how much. Hell turn on you quick with a clinical touch. With a clinical touch hell set you in fits??. And force you to bed for the fruits of the rich.
There's a set of rickety stairs. In between my heart and my head. And there ain't much that ever bothers going up them. Here we go at it again. And once it's started it's so tricky to stop.
The time has come again. Slowly walking down the steps. To where she would have been. If only they were seventeen. . Waiting patiently. He stood between her fray scene.
Well we were kissing. It was secret. We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen. Both well aware that there'd be trouble. If the manager should find us. You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand.
Decided. To sneak up away. From your stomach. And try your pulse. And captured. What seemed all. Unknowing and candid. But they suspected. It was false.
Now I know jealousy. I caught you talking to the real me. Can't tell you how unhappy that shit makes me. If you hear him calling, promise you'll ignore him.
I am standing on the edge of returning. Or just running away. I am letting myself look the other way. And the hardest part in all of this is. I don't think I know my way back home.
My life is a musical. I know how to put on a pretty pathetic show. I hide backstage, keep the curtains closed. 'Cause I'm scared, I'm scared. I'm getting pretty good at feeding them the lines they like.
So many things I didn't say. Is it too late now that you've gone away. So many words, so many ways. If you can hear me now. There's something I've got to say.
I know you think love songs are cheesy. You said your wedding dress won't be in white. You're not one to make things easy. Cuz when you're wrong you still know that you're right.
There's a long way to go. And I'm aching to know. If what we're doing is right. And the feeling plays on my mind. I'm torn between extremes. Of sacrifice and dreams.
Let's take it all away. Replace it with everything that we have made. Let's start over again. I'm putting pen to page. And right now I'm all clichés. But words will fade try to keep me awake.
Once again. There's a feeling inside of me. Nothing new. I've felt it before. Like the voice of hunger. Inside of me crying out. There's got to be more.
Once again. There's a feeling inside of me. Nothing new. I've felt it before. Like the voice of hunger. Inside of me crying out. There's got to be more.
When the mellow moon begins to beam. Every night I dream a little dream. And of course Prince Charming is the theme. The he, for me.. . Although I realize as well as you.
Twilight. I fall in the Harbor. Twilight. I fall in the hills. But here in the city. That never sleeps. I can fall. Through one's fingers. . When the swan.