Some odd door, some blooming tree. Senseless and awkward feeling hard uneased. Sleep in rooms where people leave. Dry of gentleness of life of breeze.
You're an American girl. Red headed, eyes blank. Living in a freckle on the face of the world. . Another dying kid that learned too much too soon. You're not as good as your Mom, but you're as good as dead.
The way the street looked dim and polluted. So have felt when I walked upon the way. The air seemed gray fog diluted. So do I feel when I'm breathed upon.
Gently in these ragged folds. Curled up and warm like Easter's child. A breath so faint, angelic weight. . I can't deny that I drift sometimes. Even in these loving moments.
The light color in the room. The sunshine seeping in. Doesn't mix with the black of. Death's angel looming in. . I've had enough of the. Brutal beatings and name callings.
The light color in this room. The sunshine seeping in. Doesn't mix with the black of. Death's angel looming in. . I've had enough of the. Brutal beatings and name callings.
I see through your thin cotton dress. I don't know if we'll get dressed. So pull by that store parking lot. You know I've missed your lots. Warn me of the cans and knots.
Michael, where are you now?. Michael, where are you now?. . Smile at my excitement. The last time you called. I slipped again to ask you. From whereabouts.
Flash your smile and face at me. Open your eyes wide at me. Lay down every day with me. Until there are no days. . Speak a native tongue to me. Say some funny things to me.
Giving in to love. And sharing my time. Letting someone into my misery. I told it all step by step. . How I landed on the island. And how I swim across the sea.
Halloween in New York. On the way home from London. Eight weeks on tonight still. But all the other winter's I spent. . She lived in a house. Where Mission Street bends.
(Young - Young - Scott). . You're the one I've waited for. I needed love more and more. I don't know what your name is. I don't know what your game is.
(Young - Young - Scott). . I didn't know where you came from. And I didn't know your name. And if you were legal tender. Well I spent you just the same.
Lord, kill the pain. Lord, kill the pain. Lord, kill the pain. Lord, kill the pain. . Don't ask again. Kill my girlfriend. And kill my best friend, Sam.
Long distance runaround. Long time waiting to feel the sound. I still remember the dream there. I still remember the time you said goodbye. . Did we really tell lies letting in the sunshine.
Hello Kavita. When can I see her?. You know I've been lonely. And it's been hard. . Hey there Kavita. Next time I see her. I won't be this desperate or be.
Some escape some door to open. This path seems the blackest, but I guess it's the soonest. But there in the clearing I know you'll be wearing. Your young aching smile, waving your hand.
I went as far as losing sleep. I went as far as messing up my life. Unloving still strike me difference. A million miles away from home. And fifteen from a pay phone.
(Young - Young - Scott). . It's criminal, there ought to be a law. Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more. You get nothin' for nothin', baby who can you trust.
It's cold here in the city, it always seems that way. I've been thinking about you almost everyday. Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain.