I took a picture, your form was cloudy in the night. You wrote a letter, you said you try to shed some light. On the good and the wicked things we do..
For those of you who tried, but didn't make it,. Settle down- it's never what you think.. The summit doesn't differ from the deep, dark valley,. And the valley doesn't differ from the kitchen sink..
Lyin' in my bed I hear the clock tick. And think of you. Caught up in circles confusion. Is nothing new. Flashback warm nights. Almost left behind. Suitcase of memories.
There's thieves among us, painting the wall. With all kinds of lies, the lies I never told at all. What's in my pocket? You never knew. You didn't know me well, so well as I knew you.
You see this girl. This girl's in love with you. Yes I'm in love. Who looks at you the way I do?. When you smile I can tell. We know each other very well.
Frosted windowpanes. Candles gleaming inside. Painted candy canes on the tree. . Santa's on his way. He's filled his sleigh with things. Things for you and for me.
Did you say, I've got a lot to learn. Well don't think I'm trying not to learn. Since this is the perfect spot to learn. Teach me tonight. . Starting with the ABC of it.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping on your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
Take it back. Oh, take it back. I don't want your lovin', anymore. Let me live. Oh, let me live. It's not you who I sank for. So, don't sit next to me.
I admit my crime. I'm a thief of fire. I. Admit my crime, crime, crime, I'm a thief of fire. Fire, fire, fire. . We do not have anything. We have not learned anything.
This is it. This time I know its the real thing. And I cant explain what I'm feeling. I'm lost for words. I'm in a daze. Stumped and amazed. By your lovin'ways.
Waking up today, it was cold out. There's something I should say, but I can't get my head around. The bends in your brain, and your elaborate pain. Makes me tired.
This is, this is from the heart. This is the lost art of joining counterparts. I made, I know you want this. I know you need it, the craving. The things that brought you here.
This is not the first time. I'm upright in my bed all through the night. The pale moon is shining bright. Revealing all the cracks between the tiles. .
The heart, the heart of it. The essential part where it hits the hardest. They cannot harm us in this place,. Our chambers filled with the promise of finding ways.