It isn't quite love, it isn't quite romance. But what ever it is, it's worth a chance. And if we close our eyes we can always pretend. If it's not love that's not the end.
While I'd like a glass of whiskey. It will not change my mind. So if it's offered for that reason. Or if you're just being kind. . I will go to my own sweet bed tonight.
The white light on the water. The changes in you and your attitude. But the changes that I see are no surprise to me. 'Cause you're worthiness is empty.
I sit and stare at you and wonder, how I'd feel if you weren't here. I think you're scared of going under, so much more than you appear. It's not that I would be more capable than you would.
When she found out she almost died. And kept her secret locked inside. But it was true and what could she do. . At first she cried but in the end. She knew she'd cope and she had friends.
Brown hair and blue-grey eyes. Slim build and average height. Blue jeans and navy coat. Last seen October 9th. . Her photograph is blurred. She was smiling then.
I'm out of my league, I've done it again. Can never tell where, can never tell when. Just when I swore, I'd had enough. Electricity's flying and I'm lit up.
Time was kinder to you. than it was to me. I paid dearly. you got off scot free. You always said you'd sleep. after you were dead. I think you should quit.
Before I met you I was lost. I'd been let down and double crossed. I played the fool, I played my games. Winning some along the way. But all the same, it was a shame.
When I wake from dreaming. In the middle of the night. You're asleep and yet you say. In your own sweet silent way. That everything's alright. And your hair is lying.
Forget your things. I'll send them on to you. All your letters. I'll see that you get them too. . I'll make sure that you'll receive. Messages that your friends leave.
For you, for you. The moments I steal. You know they don't heal. The way I feel for you. . For you, for you. The things that I say. They give it away.
I find myself a little bewitched by you. I find myself a little beguiled. I find my friends repeating your name. Then I find myself doing the same. . Finding myself lost again.
(eleanor mcevoy). . An act of God has struck us. An act of faith sustains us. But it seems hopeless. And I feel helpless to you. An act of man has hit us.
My home towns dear to me, its always in my sight. My citys shadows walk around in broad daylight. Theyll even shoot a woman down for what she writes. So now you pay for civil liberty with life.
Walk down the road eyes on my feet. Out of the window came an easy beat. A love song hit me like a bolt out of the blue. Made me realise for the first time ever.
In her imagination. She's driving through the sunshine. To Malibu. No children in the backseat. No husband at the wheel. No telling where she's going.
Lying here naked with me, can you see. Tears that I cant hide?. If I could tell you about it, I would. But I couldn't if I tried. . Don't ask me why. Don't ask me why.
Is his hair still as long?. Are his eyes still as blue?. Can his face still conceal. Every clue to his mood?. . Does his brow still display. Every beat of his heart?.
All my arguments sound pretty weak. So I'll be quick and concede defeat. All the evidence lies on your side. So I'll come clean and say that I lied. I guess it's OK if I'm hated and damned.