I dropped a coin from my pockets. On the street of crowns. I passed every streetlight in my hometown. I tried every screen door. Like they were my own.
Well I can remember. Like it was only yesterday. Love was young and foolish. Like a little child at play. But oh how love has changed. I never knew how easily.
There's something going on. It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now. There's something going on. It fill you up, it fill you up, it fill you up now.
I been losing time. And it's a precious thing. I don't watch my back much lately. It's funny how I see, everything. Twisted and turning in the breeze.
We were born before the wind,. Also younger than the sun.. Ere the Bonnie boat was one,. As we sailed into the mystic.. . Hark now hear the sailors cry,.
Hello, it's me. I've thought about us for a long, long time. Maybe I think too much but something's wrong. There's something here that doesn't last too long.
I thought I knew you. But I was in for a suprise. I let my love flow. From my heart into your eyes. And then I found out. That there was nothing I could know.
Staring at the road. Another chance to look away. But you just press against your face. All your thoughts, then you realize. Time's not on your side. You're feeling very alive.
So said the spider to the fly. Welcome to my web. I'll slowly watch you die. . Now you're hoping and praying. Everything will be okay. Don't hold your breath my love.
So, as an example, you're CNN. I mean it's story, after story, after story is bad. I won, I won. And the other thing, chaos, there's zero chaos. We are running, this is a fine-tuned mach.
She's creeping. Into my bloodstream. Then crawling. Out into [?]. Then it sinks in. I'm not where I'm supposed to be. It's so boring. Being what you want me to be.
Set the spectrum for the greyscale, that's better. Favorite bold fonts in blackletter. Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates. And the one Celtic Frost record.
Endless vacation. Felt like perdition. Sybarite woman. Stood at attention. Pacing the basement, like Cassius in Rome. Or in Kinshasa. "Just let me at him".
Biding your time on the other ocean. Falling into line in the cold and damp. . Wherever you run, you see all you leave behind you. Lies inside. Anyone you open on the other ocean.
Talladega Alabama hot day in the fall. It's pedal to the metal keep it off the wall. Darrell's passing marlin and Jeff just took the lead. He's burning up the track but look out.
Juanita, hon var vacker som en gryning. När de möttes i Madrid för längesen. Och han var ung, han var en av många hundra. Som rest ner för att slåss för friheten.
Feeling alone but we are here. Paying the toll for our little world. Days like these seem to take some time. When they're over, you will find. . Wait for you, see you through.
I've got my cat in the yard. And I've got my car in the street. And I've got my nose to the stone. What I don't have is you. 'Cause I didn't know. . I got my way.
You should be glad. You should be happy to be alive. You should be glad. You should be happy. My blood runs through your veins. . Another stormy night up in Memphis.
Well honey, when you comin home. Oh baby, when you comin home. There's a fire in the kitchen. A fire in the bed. One needs puttin' out. Other one must be fed.