Come closer now. I know your desire is to be desired. Steal a kiss and, and call us friends. Distance is a thief in which you conspire. . Turn and time and time will tell.
All my lovers think I'm lovely in the morning when I wake. When I roll in folds of slumber when I caress I give and take. All my enemies are just like me they're a fatalist mistake.
Want to sail. Way away. Across this big water. Feeling sick. Of this land. Need a Chandon. . You're shit, you make me want to look at others. Right now, you really want to make me scream.
A pebble, a bone, a sigh and such. Can all become unnerving when one is succumb. To the vigor of fear. Reckless as, it feeds on the young. . Fear, fear in myself evoking thought.
Searching, for the truth, dismissing, dismissing these lies of my youth.. It's time, to get 'em back, this ways ain't working and that's a fact.. This world, has lost its way, lost its mind- in disarray..
Don't care how long you go. I don't care how long you stay. It's good kind treatment. Bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble. Poor me, anymore.
I've seen hard times and I've been told. There isn't any wonder that I fall. Why do we suffer, crossing off the years. There must be a reason for it all.
Two highways lay before me, which one will I choose. Down one lane I'd find happiness and down the other I would lose. There is no one that I can trust, I must decide alone.
Hi everybody. I'm Archie Drell and the Drells from Houston, Texas. We don't. only sing but we dance just as good as we walk. In Houston we just started a.
Remember why you're here. Fall for me. Lay yourself before the demon. Spread your legs, bite your lip, meet his eye. Drooling, engorged, wide eyed, shaking, you've got him.
I welcome you to paradise. It's what you wished for. A mountain of filth haunted by tortured shrieks of the dead. I know you'll love it here. . Time stops and once again i'm stranded nowhere.
When you look into a night sky. You see the stars far away. You're seeing them because of the light. Which travels from them to you. . Now it takes time for light to travel here.
There's a voice on the phone. Who just called in to say. "Mr Jones isn't home. He'll be gone for the day". . So he pulls down the blind. To adjust his disguise.
There are unsmiling faces in fetters and chains. On a wheel in perpetual motion. Who belong to all races and answer all names. With no show of an outward emotion.
You should have seen him. Lying alone in helpless silence in the night. You should have seen him. You would have seen his eye reflecting in the light.
Just what you need to make you feel better. Just what you need to make you feel. Just what you need to make you feel better. Just what you need to make you feel.
I don't know how many times I've heard it. You can't find it there's no such thing as perfect. . But there's a girl out there. Used to sit on my tailgate.
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah!. Some call me the gangster of love. Some people call me Maurice. 'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love. .
Build it for the ones who disappear. Vanish without a trace. For those who fall down. Crushed in the race. Build it wide and low to the ground. Paint it black.
Up the ante and raise some hell. I'm on a quest for vengeance. And time will tell. Gotta break the silence. And bend the rules. It's a paid vacation on a ship of fools.