"He's a quiet man" that's all she said. And he's a thoughtful man. It's just he likes to keep. His thoughts up in his head. . And we finally meet, and she tries to draw him out a bit.
She never should have rented this apartment in the Mortal City. The cold comes though every crack she puts her hand up to. The radiator's broken so she has to use electric heat.
i tried again, i went last night. another date was just not right. and as i drove myself back home. a little voice said "just be alone". but sometimes i think.
Rain falls hard, burns dry. A dream or a song. That hits you so hard. Filling you up and suddenly gone. . Breathe feel love, give free, know in your soul.
Oh, my fair North Star. I have held to you dearly. I had asked you to steer me. 'Til one cloud scattered night. . I got lost in my travels. I met Leo the lion.
The blue it speaks so full. It's like the beauty, one can barely stand. Or too much things dropped in your hand. And there's a green like the peace in your heart sometimes.
Out where the children all get their own rooms. Where they stir coffee with old silver spoons in their mansions. There's a girl that the whole town can see.
I know change is a bad thing. Breaks me down into a sorry sad thing. Not some iridescent grateful butterfly. . I'll resist with defiance. Not the valor of a mystic silence.
Well, you have been kind and I know it seems hopeless. You smooth the ground, tear the knots all apart. You're helping me move from the inside to the outside.
The first part of every day for me is good. I've got the bus stop in my neighborhood. And every thing's on purpose, everywhere they go. Hiding in my car and running in the snow.
I've never had a way with women. But the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could. And I've never found a way to say I love you. But if the chance came by, oh I, I would.
Love took a long time, it followed me here. And it landed on light feet, and it whispered in my ear. Love spoke of my past as a valuable test. And smiled, and said she who loves last loves best.
I never thought you were the letter writing type. So now I see the words you chose the way you write. So I started to write back about the trees in the snow.
I tried again, I went last night. Another date was just not right. And as I drove myself back home. A little voice said just be alone. . But sometimes I think I see you in a crowd.
I wonder if Yoko Ono. Ever thought of staying solo. If she thought of other men and. If she doubted John Lennon. Worrying that he'd distract her art. .
We shook the last drops from Glen Garioch's finest hour.. We sipped it like the blood of Burns.. Through the mountain thyme,. Belting Auld Lang Syne..
I asked the habitual party goer,. Just how high she thought she'd get?. And I asked the Ethereal Girls,. (Ethereal Girls). If they were floating yet?.
I heard love can fall so hard, it can bury a kingdom. I heard it makes the spring appear out of season. It's a storm in a shadowbox, a force to be reckoned with.
Stopped pretending. Happy ending. Everything I ever wanted. Stands in front of me. . I have lost my dreams. I have lost my dreams. . Now they say I told the truth.
Well you make my coffee, and its only 3am, but soon Im going on my way. And my time is almost up, I hold my coffee cup, we sit with nothing left to say.