Last night I couldn't sleep. I found it hard to even breathe. Oh I'm in trouble deep with you. Today I stayed in bed. Can't shake these voices in my head.
Yeah. . I've told you how I feel. With only the truest words. All that I can, all that I am. Is waiting for you. . I wouldn't have gone this far. We wouldn't be right here.
How it happened, I haven't a clue. I just woke up one mornin' and was over you. No Hallelujah chorus, nothin' written in the stars. Just a peaceful feelin' settled on my heart.
I've waited all this time counting minutes as they pass. Searching for a sign wishing for the best. And just when my hopes were wearing thin. You turned my heart to love again.
What if I leave. What if I breathe. Would you care about me. What if I go. What if I know. Would you dare look at me. What if I try. What if I cry. Would you look up at me. What if I send. What if we end. It's pretend- unlike me..
I stare at the ceiling in my bed. I think about you in my head- and you know what I want. Forget about the things I said. My mind was racing and now it's dead- and you know what I want... and you are what I want..
Con una giacca sbagliata. Walter il mago si presentera' di nuovo qua. Con un cilindro truccato. ed un coniglio vecchio quasi come il trucco che fa. Ed il suo abra cadabra-cadabra abra.
Show me anything you want to. Show me your peaches and your cream. She looks good to me. Pretty with her head between my knees. She knows, she knows, she knows.
We collapse, hands interlude. Cheek against cheek a pulse duet hums. Through our veins and I'm not sure why. And I continue. . When we start to embarrass each other.
To the author of this dream. I can't say I know all the answers. I'm short on so many things. But I know the choices we make will make us who we are. .
To the author of this dream. To the maker of these wings I will fly with tonight. Words fail to touch my thanks. They hold no weight and leave us cold.
I wanna know all about it. How I was wrong and you can't it. Even though you were the one. Who shopped in another bed. Bed of another man. Funny how the story goes.
I woke up this morning. just to see what I'd become. . oh what am I. oh what am I. . looked up at my reflection. told it 'get off of my thumb'. oh what am I.
And I won't catch you when it's over. And I will try to let you go. My thoughts they want me to recover and start to think of you anew. . I guess the world will keep on turning.
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ASKING ME WHAT TO DO. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE AND I ASKED YOU. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BABY BABY YOO HOO. BABY YOO HOO.
Death's rain falls upon us I see the times' arrival at hand. In rows aligned we march now drawn from these careful plans. Starved in this militia we hunger now for the fight.
Over grey ocean tides past shores of dreams and narrow sunsets. Above snowy rock in swift flight. Coming close to where the dead inhabit. War is nothing to run from it's in the minds and dreams of everyone.