I want you back, feel so sure of our love. I'll write a song about us breaking up. The traffic lights on the street of love. Have just turned red, turned red and.
Diamonds on the water at five o'clock. Lovers lie around in tangled knots. Pulling your picture from a cardboard box. Forget you not, forget me not. .
Elvis (?) is probably 30 years old. He looks like a Saab in '45. Cliff says he's got a headache. . Looks like shit and it feels like America. Looks like shit and it feels like America.
Out in the West ive seen your face and it takes me back to a special place thats over. Memory served me right this time, and I know I had told it to die when it thought of you.
My God. Hope you're on call. 'Cause I maybe in danger of crashing before I get to fall. . Let's cry boy. While neighbors have their backs turned. I'm having trouble believing anything you say.
Lay me down in the daylight moments. Follow you around to your place. And I'll just sit here and watch you. . Making waves, making waves. And there is no sea at all.
Oh Molly what in the world did you find. when you looked inside?. Oh golly what in the world did you find. when you looked inside?. When you saw it did you want it?.
She walks slowly past your eyes. And you know it's no surprise. That you will never know Miss Temptation. . You'll go out and touch the trees. Feeling the warm breeze.
The sun inside your eyes sends me impossibly. Through seasons spilling fluid time like arteries of gold. Beside this tree of oak and moss most innocently.
I am in Georgia, 7 am.. My plane had laid over,. While you laid in your bed.. I hate to leave you,. Wish I didn't have to.. I am in Georgia,. But my heart is with you...
Kill your idols and your fables. Take your weapons off the table. It's only mercy now that you need in your world. . Lay your burdens on my shoulders.
Step from the dark bright ocean. Cradled by the interior wave. Under the song so long time gone. Come outnumber the days I have waited. . So many suns.
My friends, the presidents I pass away. Haunt all corners {& coroners} of my current state. In no clearer measure of my living will. This is my two dollar bill.
It hasn't been this bright. In a century and a third. At this time of night. In the great wide world. . The moon is overhead. Her light shines down on me.
Well, I don't care, your cameras caught me crying as I left your gates. Or that your maintenance men, they caught our last embrace. Well, you were on the verge of tears when I first knew I would know you.
All my fathers love me. It always takes my breath. There is nothing worth desire in this head. And without my mind's desire. There is nothing left. I promised you, it won't be long...I'll be back again.
Your lips make horrible sounds. They talkin' words from your mouth. I found two mice in the kitchen they help me to summon you out. . I hear you talkin' at night.
We'll get in my car around 10:30 that night. For the New York city skyline, destination of our sights. It's the biggest healing session that I've had for some years.
And the furniture was painted. From natural wood to olive green this year. And the bedroom was done over. To keep up with the fashion of the time. . And through the doorway there's a couch where.