I've been dreaming. Of what's real. I've been dreaming. Just to feel. . I could stay the night. And call this town I'm in my home. But in the morning I will go.
When you think she could be having more fun. With someone who wasn't you. But can someone else do what I can?. But can someone else show me what I am?.
Yo no quiero ver más. A todo aquel que se ha ido. Mi corazón roto ha venido, me habla y dice. Que no le ha quedado nada, que él está vacío. Me dice que todo se ha marchitado.
Ho muchh rakhde na khadi. Full area ch tadi. Muchh rakhde na khadi. Full area ch tadi. Shonki nale jehde hathyara de. Shonki nale jehde hathyara de. .
Friday's humming summer. And the whiskey sun is running. out the night sky. I am here watching your form. Slowly pacing in the dawn. as all the stars die.
Well here we are then you and me. Some little joke of chemistry. With all our sun bleached history. Fading as the light gets strong and. We are brave and we are fakes of.
I'm the weather that just broke. I'm the ripcord that you forgot to pull. You're the prayers that they wrote. My glass is empty, but your bottle's full.
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone. I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone. And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone.
Its been a long time since I've seen you. Just like this face to face. And I know I should have called you. But I had another ghost to chase. Should've read your letters.
Stretched between the lamplight and the cigarette ash. In the corner of the city where the markets crashed. There are boxes of the lonely here and fires of hope.
God you must have some balls. To open your mouth at all. There's nothing happening. Around this scene you're in. And when did you get so safe?. Must be the last resort.
I can see her head in hands. I can taste the salt thats waiting there behind her eyes. I can feel the tears that echo in these walls. Cos shes throwing in the fantasy again.
She grew up fast as a cabaret show. Take her to the frozen earth, God. With a head full of coppers like a beggars bowl. Take her from the water to sky, God.
This Girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain. She's a ghost of the city she's a body through the windscreen. This girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been.
Of all the money e'er I had. I spent it in good company. And all the harm that eer Ive done. Alas it was to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit.
Could you say that again babe. I've not heard that one before. You're looking four years older. You're looking for the door. I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the mirror.
He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt. Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt. Well he used to be a believer, â??til the city got its grip.
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more. Don't leave no message 'round her back door. They say the old laughing lady been here before. She don't keep time, she don't count score.
Don't stop singing; it's a beautiful sound. I'll get the drinks in before we hit the ground. And I don't know who'll speak first. It doesn't matter anyway tonight.
Well, hey there come over here. Y'know, I've got something to show you. Just swivel in your power chair. D'you want me to be Persephone the cookie queen.