I've swallowed every hook. Fallen for their disguise. Lived by the book. Felt the blade of the knife. As it pressed against my neck. . We're taught to imitate.
We are alive for a moment. One second in the great abyss of time. All the bleedin', all the hate, just one blink of an eye. All the conflicts, it visits dire pain on human life.
Come with me to a place no eyes have ever seen. A million miles from here where no one's ever been. God-given grace and a holy heaven face. I'm on the edge of something shattering.
Here comes the wise man. And there goes the fool. You see that burnt out world that he is living in. I don't need to look for the rules. . Here comes the donkey.
Chimes sing Sunday morn. Today's the day she's sworn. To steal what she never could own. And race from this hole she calls home. . Now you're at the wheel.
I took a cold embrace from you. I kept it all for myself. The winter is cold without you in my heart. I woke up alone again. . Watch me burn watch me sigh.
You don't have to walk alone you can lean upon me. You can dream another dream you're the life inside of me. Cause every time you fall I'll pick you up when you fall.
A matter of empty gestures. A question of circumstance. But only fools turn. You gave without a question. You spoke without conceit. I had too much to learn.
There are promises you could not keep. You didn't even try. And that's no way. To live your life. Something's hidden in your past. Preacher pray for me.
(UPS) EARTH JULY 1975. Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night. Away from the radioactive landmass madness. From the silver-suited people searching out.
Words & music by Graham Nash. . Look around me. I can see my life before me. Running rings around the way. It used to be. . I am older now. I have more than what I wanted.
I've gathered myself. From bits and remains. And the pieces I've pulled. From all of my days. . And I'm handing them off. Not to me or to you. But the world that we're making.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. . Charmed, I'm sure it's a strange allure. Our intentions aren't exactly pure. I'm the bait, you're the lure. Let me cast my line. .
Nothing happens when you're counting the cost. You fill the basket when the bread gets tossed. Castaway upon the waterfront. Step right in and take whatever you want.
The Christian counselor wrote, quote. "Who is the only humane choice ahead. If you can't support it. Why don't you abort it instead?". . You say you pray to the sky.
Sally's into knowledge. Spent her years in college. Just to find out nothing is true. . She can hardly speak now. Words are not unique now. 'Cause they can't say anything new.
Down in Carolina Way. Lived a man name o' Big BJ. BJ went and got a school. Founded on Caucasian rule. Bumper sticker on his Ford. Says, 'Honkies if you love the Lord'.