I hope one day all the waters will clear. I want to see them rolled away. I hope one day all the stones and the secrets. I want to see them blown away, so get in love.
Driving through the frocess in the snow. two lines of trees consent to let us go. it tells a story of long ago. another love that won't let go ....it told me.
You take a man who's on his last life. A simple soul nobody knows him. What does it matter if he lives or dies. . Or a woman who's lost everything. Her only son, hoped for, not living.
By the light of the waning moon. Under a blue black sky. They talked the slow way home. Of years passed closely by. . They caught only a casual look. From strangers with things to do.
Forty men in a paper boat. No plan to hand just tearing a hole. To get the water out. Got together on a phone-in show. Oh how we love that talk radio.
She looked so far away. when she stood at our door. she sat frightened and frozen. and covered her eyes. . But when you hide. no-one knows you deep inside.
He saw her trying on his old clothes. He watched her stretch and pull and tear. He said you're impatient as the wind. . Your laugh is strong and right and scared.
(Cover version). . I will find a way. To get to you some day.. Oh, but I, babe, I'm so afraid I'll fall, yeah.. Now can't you hear me call?. . Shake some action's what I need.
Down in the streets they're walking and kissing. All he sees is the lights in her her eyes. She feels his hand and smells his warm breath. Looking up all she sees is the night sky.
Don`t be afraid to let the rain come in. Don`t be frightened for your skin. The heart`s as open as it`s. Ever been. . It doesn`t beat. Or break or cry.
The first thing Sharon I ever learned. Never trust a man with confiidence again. The next thing sharon I'd over heard. The fact he's seeing you again is no coincidence.
Silver rails. And western tails. Can take you there. But they'll leave you cold. When loves grows old. Changing points. Will spin you west. And leave the darkest hours.
I take off my glasses and I pull on my shirt. I call up my friends on my long ,long list. I said I've got a reason just to get to the coast. I'll stand on the streets where all the books were wrote.
It`s a rain dirt town job hurts but it don`t pay. All these calls they`re making me and driving you insane. Don`t you see. Don`t you understand. Waiting for the phone to ring to make me all I am..
And I'd tear out the pages. That I've got in these books. Just to find you some words. Just to get some reward. And I'll show you all the photographs.
It`s good to know how big a life can be. Especially when it falls away so easily. And how hard it is to let you take your leave. Also I wish you all the things that you believe in.
I can't go with you. And I can't let you go. You can't be with me. So I won't let it show. I don't want you to know. So I'll just have to let you go. .
Offered her a roof. The rain had made it shine. Offered her a song. Wasn't really mine. . [Chorus]. I showed her all my things. She offered me belongings.
Walk the hill, slowly down. Get all of Saturday's news. From the back of the Grampian end. All Fife's kingdom is in view. . The pitch it looks like Blackpool.
You're so young. And you know so much. Heaven help us all. From the tales you tell. You're so old. And innocent as hell. How I love your questions. You queen of the new year.