I don't think I recall the world having this much color.. Through the black and the white and the stars in the night,. what do we wait for now?. . I've seen all these dreams you have..
I could tell you now my greatest fear,. to lose another thing that I hold dear.. You've lost yourself, don't lose your soul.. Don't be scared, we've all got holes..
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Verse.. . Now I ditched da cops. Am crussin' up, highway 69. Like I got no time. I catch up to hurr, on da Westside. She on my leftside. I see an object.
(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.
Quiet. Warm. Unable to speak a single word. These white walls are taking me. These white walls are taking me. . Saying the words we mean to no one (We mean to no one).
Winter girl. Couldn't stand it in my summer world. Showed her colors when her flag unfurled. And blew our love away. . A brittle soul. Blue ice, shining, smooth, and hard to hold.
Taking my love and leaving sunshine. Giving your heart for mine. Parting the clouds that once had left me blind. . These are the things you've given to me.
Lying in the darkness, she said those words to me. The same words lovers whisper all the time. To repeat her words in answer. Should've come naturally to me.
There was a time in my life. When I opened my eyes and there you are,. You were more than a dream,. I could reach out a touch you,. Girl that was long ago..
How can I explain. The sorrow and my pain?. I believe that you and I should be. Together once again. . Every night I pray. That you'll come back to me.
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. .
If I were to ever lose you. It would be like, fallin in the ocean. It would feel like, I'm stranded in a storm. So lost in time, I would be so lonely.
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.