Black cats. always seem to find my path. Is it just the neighborhood?. Or are they around for good?. . Cold air. coming from a place out there. Is it just the atmosphere?.
You wanted to do make videotapes. And put everything into a screen. But youre not the one.... If you did I would have.. If you did I would have seen. What it would be like to see you again?.
Swimming, swimming,. In my swimming pool,. When days are hot,. When days are cool,. In my swimming pool,. . Breast stroke, side stroke,. Fancy diving too,.
YOUR LOVE. Sung by: Nancy LaMott,. Composed by: Christopher Marlowe. From the Album "What's Good About Goodbye?". . Sometimes when I am sitting all alone.
I don't know exactly how it started. But it started in fun. I just wanted someone to be gay with. To play with,. Someone. . But now I realize. That I could never let you go.
Darling. I'm so blue. Without you. I think about you. The live-long day. When you ask me. If I'm lonely. Then I only. Have this to say. . You'll never know.
You and I will travel far together. We'll peruse are little star together. We'll be as happy as we are together. We may never get to heaven. But its heaven.
So many things I can't control. So many hurts that happen everyday. So many heartaches that pierce the soul. So much pain that won't ever go away. . How do we make it better?.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. It must have been cold there in my shadow,. to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
The shadow of your smile. When you have gone. Will color all my dreams. And light the dawn. . Look into my eyes, my love, and see. All the lovely things, you are, to me.
A love for people all around us. You and I shall be forever.. Say goodbye,. When I can barely say goodnight.. If I can hardly take my eyes from yours,.
You're browsing through. A second hand bookstore. And you see him. In non-fiction. V through why. She looks up. From World War Two. And then you catch.
I add two and two. The most simple addition. Then swear. That the figures are lying. I'm a much better comic. Then mathematician. 'Cause I'm better on stage.
They say. Into your early life. Romance came. And in this heart of yours. Burned a flame. A flame that flickered one day. And died away. . Then, with disillusion.
The leaves of brown. Came tumbling down. Remember,. In September, in the rain. . The sun went out. Just like a dying amber. That September in the rain.
The secret of life. Is enjoying. The passage of time. Any fool can do it. There ain't. Nothing to it. Nobody knows. How we got. To the top. Of the hill.
Right as the rain. That falls from above. So real, so right is our love. It came like the spring. That breaks through the snow. I can't say what it may bring.
Change can come on tip toes. Love is where it starts. It reside often hides deep in our hearts. . And just like pebbles make a mountain. Raindrops make a sea.
So often. As I wait for sleep. I find myself reciting. The words I've. Or should have said. Like scene. That need rewriting. . The smiles. I never answered.
Well. It's a marvelous night. For a moon dance. With the stars. Up above in your eyes. A fabulous night. To make romance. 'Neath the cover. Of October skies.