Alone, days in my room alone. 'Cause no one's ever home. All I want is someone to talk to. And hear, hear what I have to say. Tell me the pain will go away.
Love is not the thrill. Of the first connection. Love is not the shiver. In the first embrace. Love is never lost. In the first rejection. . If you're thinking.
Is everything alright I just called to say. How lost I feel without you. Miles away I really can't believe I'm here. And how I still care about you. .
Well I wake up in my clothes grab my suitcase and my coat. And I close the door quietly as I leave. I walk out through the whispering season and the falling leaves.
Im so tired of all these motorway signs. Im so tired of all your big city lies. Just want a good life, be a simple kind of man. Or just something that I can understand.
The night is warm and dry. Lets walk down by the harbor lights. Take off our shoes and socks go down on the rocks and talk a while. You can roll another smoke, have a laugh and a joke.
Seasons turn. to the main event. reasoned by. the year turn'n cold. . You focus all. on when two years collide. and the fireballs. do climb the sky. .
Travellers pass the fast could hardly post a card Travellers go to soon don't wait for a town's full moon. Hover about the earth bound souls snapshot ancient mysteries Cut off times that pass too slow often leave before they go.
The candles mutate into ice. The faces loose their love that nice. Explorin' the mistery. That's not my case. The sweetness of the air. is getting that bitter.
Hammering pickaxe on rocklike ice announce new light on endless dark a pair of eyes immensely deep melt their glances through the falling cover Long hair carpets a straight staring head that knows of former centuries freezed in a fraction of a warm September night in the warm September light.
I reawake from restless sleep. something quite famous is going on. Show me a sign - reincarnate. your free will and our time. . Show me.....you know. about the other part of you.
Hoofbeats cling into rhythm. of the jolting of a cart. The coachman's cowl that flutters. Like the owl's wing through the night. Bears something in its purple hem.
The Mask felt a new kind of pride. Opening up against all his doubts. A brand - new moon was to shine. Onto his new galaxy on his mind. . So the Mask talked to the trees.
All my well-known jukeboxes. now spit out all my coins. and the ruins of my love affairs. dare another touch on time. Final curtain will be fallin'. without countin' out my time.
They turn their feet for the big delight. High heels and slow motion & huge surprise. They move their meat for their " feels inside". Steppin' into a feasting night.
The tentacles of the average white. follow the fellow for the fight. The spectacles of the average spy. Serve our fellow' cross the day. Here and there and everywhere.
Here we are again. almost leaving on a train. Shouldn't sleep to soon. to be awaken for the moon. . Snapshots filled with life. A most amazing thing. Dream along and smile.
Mouse tall wood'n houses. 'n plastic lions & kangaroos. a stainy sky blue merry-go-round. the origin of my world. . Two buckets fulls of sand. and one half full of rain.
Yes I leave this place behind me. and with it all those summertime. They'll return to me within a nightmare. and reassemble with the dawn. . Now I know these days behind me.