It's been a while since you've seen. People communicating. Always your pockets filled with. Cheaty lines, not tonight. . Give it a minute or two. Put on your shades and see through.
I need some space. I need some open air. to breathe. got to have it. got to fill my soul. and I. never knew that it was. in my blood. I know it might sound silly.
no self control. no moderation. you see we're living. in a world of instant. gratification. and when that door. is open wide. you can't help. but step inside.
When love's astray. There's nothing you can do about it. But who can say?. I won't be better off without it. . I might be down. But don't count me out.
promise me the moon. promise the sky. promise me this world. and the afterlife. you can shower me. with riches. temptation's fine. but it cannot feed.
I'm on my way. you know I'd really love. to stay. and talk awhile. but we have talked. and walked. one million miles. I don't need your therapy. no strange philosophy.
you. gave me your word. and now that your word. doesn't mean that much. to me. and in. the silence. I can hear. the truth ring loud and clear. I never meant.
no mystery. mo question. in her eyes. no pretty masquerade. and no disguise. the evidence is clear. and though she tries. Milena cannot hide. the fear.
feeling empty inside. got a hole in my soul. that's ten feet wide. and I'm sinking deeper. everyday. seems like everybody I see. is simply trying. to be redeemed.
Too many doubts. Too much fear. Too much danger. When society constricts. Our human nature. . Live by the rules. Live by the laws. Live by commandments.
forty days and forty nights. reparation will cleanse the soul. 'til the next time you walk into the fire. with your eyes closed. so many lessons learned.
a ring. and a six string. her world. in a bag. she sits at my door. angel of mercy. tired and frail. she's been strumming. the same old chord. she says.
keepsakes and souvenirs. they paint a picture. in my head. a faded photograph. I piece together. with the shreds. of memories. of you and me. through the years.
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I'd dream of glory days. and wonder. if dreams were as good. as gold. I would imagine Eden. underneath the heaven's. glow. wake up. turn on the lights.
no questions asked. no reason to give. an explanation. it's trust against your will. my accomplice. in a crime of compassion. would you let me go. let me go.
do we see what is real. or just what we believe. (to be real). in your eyes there's a burning. and blind faith. (faith in me). I am not your messiah. madonna, or maker of dreams.
words on my lips. I try to fight them. bitter and burning. one spark can ignite them. throws back his head. and lights up a cigarette. playing fire with fire.
No man is an island. yet we swim this sea alone. trying to make it to shore. on our own. but we can be better. we can better. whatever we'll weather. together you and I.
we have been stuck. inside the same space. yet all that we share. is this cold war. and there has got to be. a better way. to see. to see eye to eye. when we're not face to face.