I DONT WANNA FIGHT. NEVER WANNA LEAVE WITHOUT THE RIGHT. TO EVER WONDER WHY. THAT WE COULDVE STOPPED THIS TIME. SO YOU WANDERED THERE, UNAWARE. YOU WONDERED IF WELL EVER SPEAK AGAIN.
MONEY, LOVE I NEVER WANNA GIVE YOU UP. YOURE LIKE A MILLION DOLLAR RUSH. RUNNING MY BRAIN. WASTE AWAY, ON NIGHTS WE CANT REMEMBER. I FLOATED THROUGH DECEMBER.
Everything you thought you had,. Has gone to waste.. Troubled circles in your head,. Are out of place.. . Bottled up tight but you can't steal it,. The race is on but you're caught out sleeping..
Pruning shears in her lovely hands. Gloves she got for Christmas. Time demands. Time for trimming, cutting back. Keeping a tight rein. On the domesticated shrubbery.
Scars on face. Paper dolls. Casting plastic shadows on plaster walls. There is a red candle. There is a refrain. Did I hear that song somewhere before.
You'd sit in my momma's kitchen. And you'd pour your wine. And I'd laugh til I thought I loved you. With your eyes like coins. With your eyes like coins and your renegade streak.
There's a gentle artifice to loving. That to it all we gently bring. You know I learned how to kiss you. Watching old movies starring James Dean. . And the candles we light.
I waited for the rain. And I prayed for conversation. Just one word from you. Some sweet sensation. You assault my senses like a blight. You run all over me like rain.
It's like I keep you from myself. Like I keep you from everyone else. Everyone needs their mystery. Something hidden, something free. . You're pure light, pure delight, pure delight.
I could kick myself for leaving you. But then I guess I already have at least a thousand times. . Ah, this endless parade of mimes. Lonely hearts and fools who wanna put themselves off.
Ride my yellow mare. Down to the station. Stand on the platform. All sag and warp. Wait the train. Wait the smoke. See the dust. See it choke the day.
Her beautiful arse. Cantilevering over a table of hors d'oeuvres. She took a sip of her drink and said,. "Hey, this music really gets on my nerves.". I said, "What music?".
Falling like leaves from porcelain trees. We break. Shattered by the weight of the fall. . Love is Scarlett down the stairs. Pushed or fallen, fallen or shoved.
He dreams of being a matador. Waving the cape. Killing the killing machine. A hero of the ring he drives his car. His spirits soar his spirits soar. He dreams of being a matador.
I try to sleep outside of myself. Absorb some of the shock. All l the world is unwinding. Like some heartless old clock. Look to the sky for judgment.
Wwe walked the park and into the rain. The bitter droplets. Washed the clouds from our eyes. Nothing to say. Nothing at all. ANd we stood there anxiously.
Pain makes you beautiful. I give you what you want, the pain and the pleasure. I'm, I'm no good for you. But then you're no good for yourself. . I bring you pain.
This is our story. It's a short one but it's a hard harsh read. Between the lines a little aching need. We're a strange arrangement. No strings. And the music we make is serpentine.
Native son, what have you done?. Where have you been?. Who do you know?. Where have you been?. Who do you know?. . Nothing, no one. Nowhere, mainly devil-may-care.
There were fireflies. Keeping the moon company. I was listening to Ricky Lee. Some song about sad young men. . A chainsaw buzzed when I died. I cried seven minutes for you.