I can't believe you. You bend your words like Uri Geller's spoons. Not quite safe here. When every judgement seems to smack of doom. . Are you okay?. I'm just fine.
Little man, big man who came first?. What is the measure of our worth?. If there was a storm rolled in. Who'd run inside? Who'd go walking?. . Little man, big man what's inside?.
Opened my eyes. The fire had come. Not for the end of days. Not for the faithless ones. . Not for vision understood. Burns because it has to burn. Change'll happen whether we.
Life is suffering. Tee hee, ha ha. Life is suffering. Tee hee, ha ha. . Cold and shuddering. Tee hee, ha ha. Cruel and pummeling. Tee hee, ha ha. . Smile on Little Buddha, smile on.
Well, I wonder do we learn. Seems we're making the same wrong turn. Call you sacred, call you obscene. Call you faithless, call you anything. . Call and you listen.
Here in my mind is a wall. I can't climb. . Don't listen now. Don't listen, liars everywhere. Liars everywhere, everywhere. . Deep in my heart, there's a stone.
Should I have believed I was still a boy. Naive and sane, protected wholly. Tongue-tied and restless. Breathing of futures. Know meI am not a child. 'Though you have age.
Been two weeks now. Kitchen stinks now. Finally got the guts to saunter in and don a pair of gloves. . Janitor. Sleeping in a drum. Janitor I've become.
One more time he says good night. Turns out the door and off the light. Cursing low as if she didn't know. . One more time he'd comfort her. As if a word could break through her.
And through the door. What do I see?. . Bradley said, "It's haunted. The house upon the hill. And if we met at four a.m.. Then we would know for sure".
Free my heart to feel again. Free my mind to understand. To run undeterred. . Pull the blinders from my eyes. Let me see the endless skies. Drown me where I stand.
Didn't know, they were a part of it I can't tell. It would seem, there's a lot that I don't know. . But here I am and I'm standing with the perfect view.
One part of me just wants to tell you everything. One part just needs the quiet. And if I'm lonely here, I'm lonely here. And on the telephone, you offer reassurance.
Watching me, a bird upon a roof. With coal black feathers. Cocks his head. To catch my eye. . Wandering and unfocused. I cannot meet his stare. He takes to wing.
Call and anywhere. I would go. Call and anywhere. I would go. . All I ever have I offer. And all I need is hope. And all I need is hope. . Call and anywhere.
Take her arms and hold her down. And hold her down, and hold her down. And hold her down, until she stops moving. Take her arms and hold her down. And hold her down, and hold her down.
There's an old Virginian vibraphone. With a calculated gait. And a man who thinks he's Al Capone. With a cummerbund and cape. . Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you.
Why try. When everything I do feels half right?. I wander through my life. Everything I say seems half right. . Sometimes I'm standing here. High on a riverbed and light breaks through.
Sheepdog. Standing in the rain. Bullfrog. Doing it again. Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles. What makes you think you're something special when you smile.
It's hard to rely on my good intentions. When my head's full of things that I can't mention. Seems I usually get things right. But I can't understand what I did last night.