What, what would I do. If I can't have you. If I can't have you. What, what. If I can't have you. . Here, here I am. On this black river. Dotted in time.
Marie-Trottoir, bonsoir Marie,. Marie, bonsoir.. Toi qui n'attend personne. Et un peu tout le monde,. Perchée sur tes talons,. Sur tes trop hauts talons,.
Winter's coming on. Only one place to be. With my baby. On those streets of. . New York in the fall. No rooms to be had. But I can get an add on. I haven't booked ahead.
Love is a stranger in an open car. To tempt you in and drive you far away. I said love is a stranger in an open car. To tempt you in and drive you far away.
My brother, my sister, my lover, my maker. Did someone here fade it, someone here fake it?. Did someone here take it, someone here make it?. Someone here steal it, someone here lease it.
Now that the treatment and antidepressants and seven months sober have built me a bed. In the back of your brain, where the memories flicker. And I paw at the synapses, bright bits of string.
On the 21st day, the sun didn't hate me. The food wasn't angry, the bed didn't sigh. The ceiling said it's possible I might get my looks back. On the 21st day of my stay here.
I am standing on the gallows. In a winter rain. But I am light as a sparrow. 'Cause I'm on my way. I am standing on the gallows. And the people push and curse and gather in a ring.
Couldn't I buy you an handkerchief?. Woven only of gold and the colors of dawn. Wear it to the banquet. Wave it slowly in the air when the grownups have gone.
Don't you know it's true ?. Can't you see I do ?. Girl I wanna make love to you. And if I ask you too. Would you say I do ?. Baby I wanna make love to you.
While you lie on your back. And move through the scars. So careful you are. To surrender a thing. . But Jesus ain't comin'. So don't waste your time. Not yours and not mine.
So your presentation went terrible. All round dongles sweat stains and stares. Leave the tv on with the sound down low, in your underwear. . Don't despair you'll get it right, tomorrow night.
We sit in the grass and we talk of our pasts,. A rollcall of all our lovers.. A feeling arises we both recognize.. We could fulfill each other.. What if we do?.
Looking for a window into your soul.. If and when I find it, will the blinds be closed?. . I drag me up the drainpipe,. Leap for the fire ladder.. Seventeen stories,.
Thanks for your letter. It made me feel better. I was down,. And it gave me a lift; appeared the Goodyear blimp.. The tree out your window is covered in pink snow..
I've been looking for a way out. Of this crazy situation now. The world in crisis; seems like paradise. Was lost and won't be found. And all of life is endangered.
My room is white, the walls. And all my appliances, all compliances.. I live in silence, my windows. Closed to traffic, all that racket.. You are the opposite. I could never fit.
I am a human being.. I'm made of muscle, bone and blood.. I'm full of awful feelings,. Self-hatred and mistrust.. . I need you now to be here with me..
Luna Lune,. Let me see your other side.. One you never show to the world. Show to me.. . Luna Lune,. You are all reflection,. Sign, symbol, second nature..
I am deep at sea.. I made myself break free. Of the anchor keeping me. Safe and sound in sanity,. Safe inside my old routine.. . I am far from land.. I have left in my hand.