Try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin. Move it from the front to back and start it go again. . But the depression and time breed and multiply.
Summer's gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall.. Overworked and now I'm all used up. . This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world through the inside.
The atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how. The clouds above opened up and let it out. . I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere. When the water filled every hole.
Leaving me, I'm sad and blue. Left with nothing but a picture. Third or fourth weekend in June, December seems to come to soon.. . Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until....
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched. the lead to the pages of your manuscript.. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my.
The glove compartment is inaccurately named. And everybody knows it. So I'm proposing a swift, orderly change. . 'Cause behind its door, there's nothing to keep my fingers warm.
This is the moment that you know. That you told her that you loved her but you don't. You touch her skin and then you think. That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
The morning sun's about to break. I'm looking in as you create someone. You lift your head and brush your teeth and make your bed. As if you won't sleep again.
On Two bicycles. On a hillside desolate. Could nature make a man of me yet?. . Under this charming car. This charming man. . Why ponder life's complexities.
I've got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots. That my tongue is tied off. My brain's repeating,. "If you've got an impulse, let it out". But they never make it past my mouth.
His head was a city. of paper buildings. and the echoes that remained. of old friends and lovers. their features bleeding. together in his brain, oh ho ho.
So this is the new year. and I don't feel any different. . The clanking of crystal. Explosions off in the distance. in the distance.... . So this is the new year.
If only you'd had ksnown me. before the accident. For with that g! rand collision. came a grave consequence. . Receptors overloaded. They burst andz disconnect.
We're not the same, dear. As we used to be. The seasons have changed. And so have we. . There was little we could say. And even less that we could do.
And I'm standing up in my practice room. I'm all alone. Speaker's almost blown. And my new Gibson amp. Oh what the hell..... . Things are not so different in my vocal master.
And so it is. Just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me. Most of the time. And so it is. The shorter story. No love, no glory. No hero in her sky.
And I'm standing up in my practice room. I'm all alone. Speaker's almost blown. And my new Gibson amp. Oh what the hell..... . Things are not so different in my vocal master.
Leaving the central state from shallow ground. Home in the valley but the rent's paid south. You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty.
That's incentive. . You see nothing to be adored when obsession takes it's toll. You can't place you in between the pages of fashion magazines. Paper cuts from turning pages just like a bad dream.
Technicolor girls are always on the phone. talking about their homes. and the conversations continue endlessly.. . Technicolor boys, transistor radios.