On the beat with cherry blossom streets. Dont know where to go but Im going somewhere. Im feeling high, its getting hard to hide. Inhibitions, trying to not to care.
Pain can create energies like hate. Just like a grain of sand, becomes a pearl. Pain, pain can hide the love we keep inside. Just like a mountain can hide a thousand worlds.
Cab driver won't you take me home. I've had way too much to drink. I don't remember (oh). I'm gonna put the window down to get some air. So kind sir wake me when we get there.
The morning comes and mornings fade away. Into the eve of what's to be and breathing in the life. That's breathed from out the maker of the day we see.
hold me through this darkest night...as the voices scream. speak into these eager eyes, words of peace and healing. shower me forever with you. we don't know we are...cut deep and bleeding.
Uuh, uh, yes,. Yeah, hmm, yes.... . Can you imagine. A little boy sitting all alone in his room. Can you get the picture. He's calling out,. He doesn't know what to do.
Words, Words, Words. How come there's so many, but i can't find any?. Words, words. How can I possibly say it perfectly all that you mean to me?. . I don't wanna let another day pass us by without a chance to say.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad. You think, I'm no good, I know I've been bad. And took you to a place, now you can't get back. Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
Some day when Im awfully low. When the world is cold. I will feel a glow just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. . Yes, youre lovely with your smile so warm.
He plays the game. Like a moth that finds love in a flame. He's flying high. But desire will burn him alive. . This is the price you pay. When you're heart is fooling your eyes.
So here's a note that I left. by the fireplace and ash. from all the notes that. I've burned not long ago.. It's great how severing all these ties. can make things right.
It's where I am, it's where you are. Heal the cuts and wear the scars. We're wrecking balls in camouflage. The trouble is this trouble's ours. . Like rebels falling into grace.
Had I been wise. Had it been anyone but me. I would have laughed. God, aren't you cute, aren't you right. Had it been coarse. Had it been anyone but you.
You say you want me. And I look back, I keep going anyway. You say it's easy. So I look back, I said come along. . This old road, this dirty road, it's all I know.
(MISS HONEY). . Stop being pathetic, Jenny.. Stop pretending, Jenny. That you are going to march in there and give them a piece of your mind!. . Leave it alone, Jenny!.
This school, of late, has started reeking-. Quiet, maggots, when I'm speaking!. Reeking with a most disturbing scent.... Only the finest nostrils smell it,.
Look at these trophies. See how my trophies gleam. in the sunlight, see how they shine. . What do you think it. took to become English. Hammer-throwing champion.
MR WORMWOOD. Somewhere, on a show, I heard. That a picture tells a thousand words.. So telly, if you bothered to take a look,. Is the equivalent of, like... lots of books!.
I had a thought of you. In solitude without rescue. Your thoughts are in the pouring rain. And you feel the way. You did before I met you. . Now I see the pain.