On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep. Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes. What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep.
That sound coming from those holes. A voice that soars. And takes my wounds with it. To levels unknown. . If only you could take me out. Instead of back in.
What do you think in the back seat?. Traveling through the yellow open state. Am I too slow to turn my thoughts to words. To turn meaningless to meaning.
Summer dress makes you more beautiful than the rest. Loveliest girl that I know and the sweetest. Spends her life inside, she thinks she isn't blessed.
I can hear them. Speakin' in the next room. As they drink and start losin' control and get louder. They lose control and get louder. . They wonder about me.
When everything we felt fails. Then some music, soft and distant sails. But it don't sound like it did before. Then I know I'm left with nothing more.
When everything we felt fails. Then some music, soft and distant sails. But it don't sound like it did before. Then I know I'm left with nothing more.
I'm broken down. You caved my karma in. I'm staying up. Waiting for you like a fool. . You made me forget. About all the dreams I kept. I keep your glass hand.
You'd think that people would've had enough. Of silly love songs. I look around and I see. It isn't so. Some people want to fill the world. With silly love songs.
Your lightning's all I need. My satisfaction grows, you make me feel at ease. You even make me glow, don't cut the power on me. I'm feelin' low, so get me high.
The coarse and white colored skin. It blends with the state you're in. And the wetness of your eyes. Against a sun that clouds blind. . You ain't saying nothing that I don't already know.
Somewhere, up fifteen miles. Sifting through crackling vinyl. Lost memories of my youth. Are coming into view. . Between lost hills divide. Quietly we sleep inside.
I grew so old. In that house I lived in. They brought me here. 'Cause I can't take care. . I lost my worth. And my purpose here. I feel, you cry. But I can't speak my mind.
There's my favorite rollercoaster. Next to the blue water. The one only sissies ride. . There's the sun going down. Creating that florescent glow. Reminding me I'll never be able.
(Young, Young, Scott). . My Daddy worked from nine to five. Momma stayed home with me. By the time I was half alive. I knew what I was gonna be. I left school and grew my hair.
I know you're willing and able. There by the wooden table. Won't you come on over to my side?. And you know I'll treat you right. . There at the water.
(Young - Young - Scott). . You see it on tv every day. Hear it on the radio. Ain't humid but it sure is hot. Down in Mexico. The weatherman is tryin' to tell me.
I can't make anything of why the brightest light fade. Or how you slept a sleepless slumber. And through the rhythm of the timeless season. And you are the dark on my soul.
You lived north of here but it looks the same. Clouds come apart to rain falling just as hard. I only got memories I'm still not clear of. . Red carpet brings this woman into perspective.
Going past golden gate. Elementary everyday. Kids down colorful hill. Recess and fire drill. She likes the side without the heat. Where the sun don't beat.