Sometimes my flesh entwines. with the bones of your breath. a long ride on an endless stretch. of abandoned highway. I wake up and there's this dog. against the slate-gray sky.
You can live in the house and I will find. a little place around the corner. trouble comes from the strangest quarters. it snuck up on us now without a warning.
Sometimes I drive by our old blue house. When I wake up calling your name. It's been years since you were my one true love. But that old house still looks the same.
Did they ever pay the ransom. On Brother Andre's heart. I once saw it bleed on his feast day. The blood ran cold and grey. From the purple satin altar.
Silent as the stars. That sleep in deep dark waters. Her face forever hidden. For she wears the black ribbon. Her face forever hidden. . It's from nowhere that I came.
I have made so many mistakes. That now I live on a street called shame. . But the sins are the sweetest part. . Now no one's left to blame. . And I found out that I have a taste.
Silent as the stars. That sleep in deep dark waters. Her face forever hidden. For she wears the black ribbon. Her face forever hidden. . It's from nowhere that I came.
Sometimes you move too slow. Think you see it comin' and bang down you go. Youre starin' back up at a jealous man. Whos out huntin' trouble and trouble was holdin' your hand.
We sat around at night and talked about so many things. Lay on the floor till the morning appeared. You laughed at me and said, I just don't get it. You said, we should be making plans for getting out of here.
A crowded room on Beverley. A party for the rent. You were sittin' casually. With a few of your fabulous friends. . I asked you what your name was. But you just turned and laughed.
Hey it's me, what a big surprise. Calling you up from a restaurant around the bend. Just got in from way up north. I'm aching tired now and I could use a friend.
Hey it's me, what a big surprise. Calling you up from a restaurant around the bend. Just got in from way up north. I'm aching tired now and I could use a friend.
You are sleeping. In a room down the hall. And outside your window snow falls. It's almost as beautiful. It's almost as beautiful. It's almost as beautiful as you.
How many times have you opened up this skull with your delicate stone. And laughed while my blood splashes down to the ground. . She drinks me up like a parched old bone.
Are you ready. Ready to cry. Are you ready. Ready to cry. . This is the saddest story. You all know why. So cry, cry, cry. . Dont worry, buddy. Well see this thing through.
She took everything she owned. threw it out in the rain. walked away from that life she won't go back again. had enough of people's lies enough of their blame.
Oh, Monday morning waking up still too numb to speak. Another night just staring at the wall.. Last night's conversation knocked me off my feet. Guess today I'll fall.
Yeah, there were times when I was lonely. And I lay here like a ghost upon my bed. I never thought about my friends, I never called up anyone. Was happy hiding out inside my head.
Earlier tonight I got a little scared. I thought that I had failed. I closed my eyes, I bowed my head and I prayed. I saw that all and everyone were one.
Sometimes it all looks like some Chagall. I close my eyes and disappear for awhile. . And the world is falling. Slowly out of view. While the angels are singing.