Oh, our dance was slow. And you fumbled with my hands. Whispered, "Time to sleep". You have dreams awaiting your quiet mind. . Does your heart get weaker.
You gave me. Cold glass love. You've got teeth for biting. And you've bore a hole in me. . You and me. Hot and cold. You have crossed all safely. While I teeter on my rope.
You gave me. Cold glass love. You've got teeth for biting. And you've bore a hole in me. . You and me. Hot and cold. You have crossed all safely. While I teeter on my rope.
Wild Child. (c) 2011 treija (R.Madawho) / Latvian Spice. . i'm a bad girl, check me. Silky, trick tease. You want some, are you thinking ?. to pop me, dirty! dirty!.
So typical - a battle of wits. And I've come half prepared. I know all the ropes. But haven't a hope. Of pulling you back to me. I'm losing my grip. And sailing this ship.
Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired. Every actor hides a heckle, doctor hides a jeckyl. See through my disguise. Worked a miracle I'm unmistakable.
Beauty is within grasp. Hear the islands call. The last mile is upon us. I'll carry you if you fall. . I know the armor's heavy now. I know the heart is tired.
i discover the wheel and watch the buildings go by. you talk a little soft, turn off the radio. i just want to hear all the past times. the rushed hours, the endless lives.
I come aboard. I sing a lament. The world isn't round. It's Twisted and Bent. But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself. Is the kind of fate I never contemplate.
That reminds me of the time I felt. It's time for sin and catholic guilt. Two years later to the day. I had reason to confess. With her hair a shining shade.
That reminds me of the time I felt. It's time for sin and catholic guilt. Two years later to the day. I had reason to confess. . With her hair a shining shade.
Blend in, I'll bring my home-made present. On the next bus leaving. It's alright you just breathe it in. The perfect reminder. But I forget the conversation we had.
I lingered within earshot of the seaside souvenier shopfront. (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little puppy eyes dart). A tiny world is ending, detective is descending.
Could I interest you in a little something special. Pay the earth but if you have no money. Your attention'll do. And if you don't give a damn. You're welcome to keep it.
You led me headlong to the place where I belong. Dealing big blows to what my heart knows. Old hat and old stories. I get a little red and I'll burst rather than wax and melt.
I am a human, you are human too. Can we come together. Into something new. And sow the seed for a greater good?. . We'll grow if you let us. Thrive if you protect us.
Evening sun in an english sky. Orange as the pigeon's eye. No one knew when you cycled by. . That oranges. Were made for you. And the apples too. Were made for you.
Drifting, drifting, stickleback waters. Drifting, drifting. (Shouldn't let go) I know but I swear. I heard the Jordanaires. All our love was made on sheets we'd left unmade.
Once upon a sign I read a warning and it said. 'When in Rome don't feed the lions'. What is meant I can't hazard a guess. But now I've learnt my lesson I'm a better person.