We Drive An Old Beat Up Car. We Play Outta Tune Guitars. Mother Nature Keeps Us Safe. Even When Were Off Our Face. . A Waif Is All I Wanna Be. ts No Better For You No Worse For Me.
I thought I'd move to Sydney. To get a little piece. Of the city life they talk about. In the nineties.. Where everyone I meet. Don't want to know my name.
When Debbie's back from Texas. This is the last place he'll be leaving. He'll cross the courtyard. Smilingly open the gate. . When Debbie's back from Texas.
Welcome to happiness. No smoking allowed. Here it's so easy to burn yourself. And equally hard to survive. Taste the sweat on your upper lip. Welcome to hunger and thirst.
You be words, and I'll be music. Ain't you heard, that's how they do it?. You're a poem when you're on your own. I'll try not to get in your way. But of all the poems I have known, baby, you give me something to say.
Use every chance you've been given. She replied after several days. It's no good to be perfect. You know so well things are easy to tell. There is one thing I know.
Wet ground and the snow is still not falling. Circumstances are alarming, darling. The future is just a word, that's how I recall it. The past is much more present in our yawning.
As the morning turned my way. See birds flying through this hazy face. And I came back here to replace your place in my life. . And didn't you know that I'm not the world's strongest man.
Today is just another day. Tomorrow is a guess. But yesterday. Oh what I'd give for yesterday. To relive one yesterday. And its happiness. . When Joanna loved me.
The windows of the world are covered with rain. Where is the sunshine we once knew. Everybody knows when little children play. They need a sunny day to grow straight and tall.
I want to see your face in every kind of light. In fields of dawn and forests of the night. And when you stand before the candles on a cake. Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make.
Who cares how cold and grey. The day may be. Wait until dark. And we'll be warm. . Our place of love. Is where we face our dreams. Together. Where our fantasies take form.
We came through. We came riding through like warriors from afar. Our black horses danced upon the graves of yesterday's desires. Haunted by our visions framed in fire.
Now our blood. Travels though the. Veins of our. Histroy. . It bursts forth them. Boiling black. Coulds from the wrists of kings. . The shadow. Lengthens as.
Those Eyes and /this) tower have seeped into our open Veins. . Uncoiled was it's strenght. And Our Souls en masse. Poured down in Sheels of Rain. And dissolved 'neath their Feet.
Some say the right words, some say it's absurd. To think that children can brutally die. I say it's easy, so very easy. And all we do is wonder why. .
Who was it that caught you falling. And put you back on your feet. Who was it that tripped you any way. (In order that the two of us would meet). It was me and I'll tell you why.
Oh everyone knows. You're all alone. So why pretend. And everyone knows. You're on your own. Why not let it end. Your baby's gone. And you're all alone.
I don't know why you came. But I'm glad all the same. After all you've been good to me. And if you want me to love you. . In a real good way. Who knows perhaps, maybe.