Les. Are you there?. The days are a mess. And the nights don't care. . It's getting outrageous. But I don't think it's contagious. All so perplexing. Glad ya don't mind me texting.
Are you frantic?. Or romantic?. All ya gotta do. is cross the Atlantic. . Are you drastic?. Is it all fantastic?. When time itself. is becoming elastic.
I hurt myself. It's what I do. If you're so concerned. Could do the same for you. . And hand you a hurt. A hurt so true. Hurting myself is all I do. I hurt myself.
Nothing but a cold floor. Under my feet. Outside. the rain turns to sleet. . Nothing but a ghost. knocking on my door. All because you don't send me love.
There's something wrong with me. To ever have caused such a thing. Or any unintended suffering. There's something wrong with me. . And there's something wrong with this therapist.
Every now and then. A fellow comes along. With pure intent. Imbedded in song. . Lets the light on in. And the light gets strong. Every now and then. A fellow comes along.
There's so many of you. there's so many of you. all in one world. standing apart. none of them are true. none of them are truly. truly in love. sing your name on paper but.
Freedom. . I'm going somewhere. guess I'm only about halfway there. and all I own's this flesh and bone. and the book of common prayer. If you'd like a hippy.
It's all making me ready. It's all doing what you gotta do. I know "A". I see my life come shine. . Golden sunrise. Tragic day dream. I am so afraid-.
Susan spent the weekend at her. stately home. Crying at the lions on the garden. wall. And then she'd sigh-sneak away. Look at her style-free the day.
New Dawn, smiling down the world. Can you feel it, like the first of. Spring. The bells are ringing out a little. tune for you. . Daylight, everybody hears the sound.
If love comes your way. Don't be afraid. Unlock the box you heart's encased. Hope it wont change. And beware of the games. That she'll want to start playing.
Vi marscherar i många täta led. För vår ledare svär vi en trohetsed. Nu är vi många. Ja, nu ska vi återta vårat land. Med sanningen som vapen slåss vi för vår framtid.
You say marry a rich man. Find a rich one if you can. Daddy, don't you understand. I'm gonna make my own money. Gonna buy my own land. . You say marry a rich man.
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. whoa-oh-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. whoa-oh-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. . Baby do you love me like you say you do?.
The suburb walls are closing in. I've looked at you and I've seen you. Through your curtain, with a naked eye from not far. I've shed a tear for you, a flowing fountain.
You wake up and there's something there tugging at your sleeve. It's not the pitter-patter, the one in your dreams. Held on by the chain, the unbreakable chain.