(Michael Timmins). . She says, 'it's cold where you brought me'. He says, 'Darling, don't worry. you can stay in my arms. until the springtime comes. We'll let the snow drift around us.
There are witches in the hills calling my name. saying come join us sister, come kiss the flame. Come dance in the moonbeams, ride the night wind. make love to the darkness and laugh at man's sins.
Of all the lives to live why this one?. Filled with could-have-been. No fun.. Countless nights of anxious frustrations.. Of all the lives to live why this one?.
Raise a white sail if you love me. a black sail if you don't. Seal me up in an impregnable tower. or surround me with an impassable moat. I've heard all the stories told about love.
There's a young man in the corner playing 'Crazy' all night long. quarters piled high upon the table. He orders Wild Turkey and with a quick wit and a smile.
When the bottom fell out. There wasn't any doubt. I just suddenly found myself free falling. And from such a height. The wind it had a might. And it took all my might to fight the fright.
West of Rome. Just east of the border in a staticy Ramada Inn. Polishing his boots and pummelin' his liver. Steeped in his dark isolation. . Just what business does, he have around here.
He sits alone in his perfect shack. the lake beside him freezing. the sun no longer shining. much past four o'clock.. . We are the selfish ones. We are the lucky ones.
We hovered with short wings. Over the hillock crest. A breath-like [Incomprehensible]. Glowing, showing bones. . Glowing, showing bones. . With much bellowing and rowing.
I was walking after midnight. Yeah, out in the moonlight. The way we used to do. I'm always walking after midnight. Searching for you. I'm always walking after midnight.
I was walking after midnight. Yeah, out in the moonlight. The way we used to do. I'm always walking after midnight. Searching for you. I'm always walking after midnight.
One part water and one part dust. Yet You're still making trophies out of us. Making something out of nothing, it's what You do. Yet Your work is never finished and it's never past due.
Tonight could be just the beginning. I should be smiling inside. So I'll write a song that brings out the southern summers. Just to share in a saving grace.
I used to get feels on a bitch. Now I throw shields on the dick. To stop me from that HIV shit. And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling. Playin the villian.
This is the hidden truth,. The world between the lines. Where there is no understanding us. These lines have marked divisions,. The weaker seek to malign.
What is this that I feel. And what is this that I fear?. In these arms that whored out amongst the worms. That mate in these fields, oh. From pressure to pain I wish to stay awake.
She wheezes out her dying wish.. Come closer. One more moment, one more kiss. And I love her, I give her all I can. Her body sinks, her heat released.
You could've been all I wanted. But you weren't honest, now get in the ground. You choked off the surest of favors. But if you really loved me. You would've endured my world.
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Oh, the call of a shepherd in a field nearby. To tend and to carry his flocks by night. They were not ordinary sheep; they were set apart,. Born to be Passover lambs..