Didn't think he'd splip so soon. Thought time was on our side. But cynical turned bitchy. Clever turned to snide. Iwon't miss his sullen poses. Iwon't miss his dour veneer.
[Christ]. . Night and day go round. And weaves a spell of lies and greed. The mask of grey forms silently.... It hides away your face in vain. The sunset fades with all the memories.
I've been feeling lonesome. I'm down, don't know what to do. I let you lie to me. Plant seeds inside to see them grow. Only to leave 'em to die. . I learned my lesson.
[Music and lyrics: Daniel Reda]. . "Listen to the wind", said the old man to the warrior. "Listen, it's talking to you, singing its sweet melodies,. Carrying lots of tales, tales of war, tales of peace.".
The stage is set, the lights are low. Soft music on the radio. The sheets are fresh, the wine is cold. And nights like this were made for love. And now there is only one thing wrong.
He was strong and of sound mind. Till the day he crossed the line. Between an east Kentucky girl and his wife. . In his heart there wasn't room. So they tore his heart in two.
Another birthday, another candle,. Sometimes its hard to handle. The sight of twenty-five. Is it me or do the years just fly. . And all my friends say.
I can see a new expression on my face. I can feel a strange sensation taking place. I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes. Every time that you walk in the room.
Funny, just the other day. I was walking down the street. Stopped into that place. You know, the one where we used to meet. Thought I heard you call my name.
Going out every night. Doing all the wrong things to feel alright. Waking up all alone. Dying to call you on the telephone. I moved way across town. And you've got someone new hanging round.
So many nights we didn't fight. But never talked much. We just lost touch. . I think we knew our dream. Come true was slowly dying. No denying. . Now comes the time.
In the middle of the meadow I sit staring at my kite. A ball of string and a paper dream that I could not make fly. Then daddy pulled it to the sky, behind him as he ran.
Mr. Rumson went to town. Riding on a pony. Bought a wife and brought her home. And called it matrimony. . Mr. Rumson bought a bride. Out in Californee.
This is the way. The way it has to be. This is the way. The way we all will go. . Slaving away for a bit of peace. Watching our money as it rolls on in.
One more angry moment roars like thunder down the phone,. A blast of hard emotion leaves me sitting here alone,. What must I do--to get through to you?.
[Pink Floyd Cover]. . Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.. Where have you been? it's alright we know where you've been.. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and.
Did you know?. while you were sleeping I was not. Did you know?. I couldn't sleep cause of the things you never said. I waited for so many nights to hear you say.
Giant steps are what you take. Walking on the moon. I hope my legs don't break. Walking on the moon. We could walk forever. Walking on the moon. We could live together.
You are 8 am on the first day of spring. when everything's new, you move me so. and I eagerly wait for the same look from you. but when I turn I can see you're not impressed.
(Written by Michael Bolton & Diane Warren). I need to know. That I am in your world, that I am in your world, baby. And I've gotta know. That I am in your heart, no matter where you are.