There ain't nothing so very good. As this love in its morning. When it comes with its promises. And leaves without warning. . There ain't nothing I can do about.
Patience, hasty. You'll race off the taste. Of these precious times. A scattered thing. Won't pay you no mind. . Tell me, slowly. They were the reasons.
Hey, hey what became of you. And change, had it changed your tune. How long you wade inside the swirling swirling pool. Just in your own way. . For miles, miles now I've been led.
Salt beads on your skin. Skies yawning wide. . Hear! Waves weaving wings. Ghostships and tides. . I'll dive for your treasure. And keep it safe with me.
Don't tell me. That you get sick of living. When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen. All of the things that we though we had owned then.
Rain, rain on me. I thirst only one desire. . Strange danger we. Go dancing into the fray. . Where the water runs deep. More than the flesh or the pleasure can keep.
You could be anywhere. a passerby might. capture my eye unaware. . you could be anyone. but how will I know. when my time has come?. . 'cos in the middle of the day.
Where you been lately. You used to light up the streets. With your style. I've been here waiting. For less than a year. For more than a while. . How well I remember.
She might come like a touch of something. Half remembered well. Like the first on the rains. On a sultry day. . The furthest of stars. Did you see her brightly.
For all the waiting. The moment's here. Ripe and new. Anticipating. All these things we might do. . Oh my heart. Unruly, foolish and true. Undiscovered.
pale luminescent face. cumulescent grace now. borne in shades of. Ruinous Blue. . thin, like the river's wrinkled skin. all the mirrors in the heavens.
It's so formless. That's what's killing me. Remorseless, relentless. And it's endlessly this pressure. On pleasures hard to find. Its expression. Walks amongst these hungry times.
Three years or a lifetime. Three words that just might have come too soon. Three hours from somewhere. I might have ended up with you. . Hold me like a river.
Feels like I'm falling out of love. Heaven help me. Voices of angels high above. Criticize me. . Just when I find out who you are. I regret letting down my guard.
There's still a little sand inside of my shoes. I leave it there to keep me close to you. There's a whole other world inside me now. Full of words you can't hear.
I let another record play. I want the feeling. It's still the only time of day. . I can believe in. I watch it spin around again. To start me dreaming.
I complicate whichever way I try to go. I get in the way, oh. I question to the point I'd never know. If I was in love, oh, ooh. . I talk about it but I'm not complainin'.
On this lonely stretch of solitude. I'm thinking 'bout the things that I never do. All the promises that I made to you. Well, they're just words, they're only words.
It overtakes me, it levitates me. And lifts me up so high, it makes me wonder. It pulls me under and gives me butterflies. . Now I'm surrounded, now I'm awake.
Is there life without any fear?. I need more than just what I want to hear. But I won't be afraid of the dark. If you love me, always thinking of me. I know I must be blind.