( The Lake EP / Edgar Allen Poe ). . In youth's spring, it was my lot. To haunt of the wide earth a spot. To which I could not love the less. So lovely was the loneliness.
The spirit was gone from her body. Forever and had always been inside that shell. Had always been intertwined. It's hard to understand. Oh....
Let I. Shy cry. Under the light. Let I. Cry sight. A child at night. I can. Have courage. To receive your love. I can. Step steps. Follow my blind. Inside.
Swim with me my mama when I dive in the ocean of death. I will cry if I am not with my family. You could be my friend eternally. . Swim with me my sister when I dive in the great white ocean.
I tried hard to make you want me. But we're not supposed to be. And the truth will always haunt me. Even though it set me free. And my tears flow like the ocean.
Ooh, thank you for your love. Thank you for your love. When all is falling in the seizure of pain. Ooh, thank you for your love. . Thank you for your love.
Now I was sitting waiting wishing. That you believed in superstitions. Then maybe you'd see the signs. But Lord knows that this world is cruel. And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool.
It's a lesson too late for the learning. Made of sand, made of sand. In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'. In your hand, in your hand. . Are you going away with no word of farewell.
Well, just thinkin', thinkin' and I'm worrying. Sitting here dreaming Sonny boy I'm crying. Just thinkin', worrying. Worrying myself to death all over you.
Troubled in mind, I'm little blue. Bet you, I won't be blue always. 'Cause that ol' sun's gonna shine. On Jerry Lee Lewis's, back door step someday. .
[Incomprehensible] I wake just like a flame. Sixteen long hours will grab you to your grave. That's why I'm walking, walking my blues away. Oh, the sun's gonna shine in my back door someday.
I had a talk with the Devil, said he needs just one more. I was talking to the Devil about my woman. Said he needed just one more. Baby the Devil's gonna get you, you're booked out and bound to go.
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.. All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.. Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.. Starry-eyed again, takin' a chance on love..
This year's crop of kisses. Don't seem as sweet to me. This year's crop just misses. What kisses used to be. This year's new romance. Doesn't seem to have a chance.
I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you!. I thought at last I'd found you, but other lovers surround you.