Poor heart, what to do?. Dim the light. There's no respite. For you, for you. . Poor heart, can you see?. Will you beat. A sad retreat for me?. Poor heart.
See you moving through the square. In your motorcycle leather. Diamonds cascade at your feet. In an instant we are forever. See you're a rebel with a cause.
At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars. He listens to them playing guitars. Him and Phil go back a long long way. They talked about marching and dying all in one day.
Well, you fooled me say your livin' in France. Drinkin' cheap champagne, got a second chance. You got a lover and he's six feet five. Ain't he shakin' you up, ain't you glad you're alive?.
People love to watch you die. And wonderful to tell. People you have never met. Claim to know you well. People love to watch you die. Dig your dignity.
When I was young they took me to the dentist. I had a toothache, but that's okay. They gave me some time and that night in my bedroom. I worked it loose, like I used to do.
Yesterday he was walking through the park. On the way back from work it was getting dark. He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark. She was sitting on a bench.
Everything's changed and it's all for the best. And it's all gone according to plan. It's out in the open and now it's all over. Three cheers for every woman and man.
She's just a working girl from Baltimore. She'll choose you, she's been there. She's been there and back again. It's in and out, it's up, it's down, it's a mercenary.
I'm here in Philadelphia. She got caught down in DC. It's a wretched night, it's raining. But she's coming up to meet me. There's nothing I can do. By the time she gets halfway.
Face of an angel, pretty eyes that shine. I lie awake at night wishin' you were mine. I'm standing here holding the biggest heartache in town. Whenever you come around.
Sweet 17 in summertime. Drunk on Elderberry wine. Laughing in the cornfields. And taking our sweet time. . The world was ours together. And all the things we had.
Maybe you're insecure. Neck deep in life's manure. Maybe your heart's impure. Inured to all small compensations. Maybe you're born to lose. Could be caught out or confused.
Sometimes I wonder. How I'd ever make it through. Through this world without having you. I just wouldn't have a clue. . 'Cause sometimes it seems like.
I make love, I make love. . Consider yourself a lady. Consider yourself a real prize. But just don't give me none of that. Too cool for love. It just might hit you right between the eyes.
Sour milk in the saucer. And the cat won't come home. And sometimes New York City. Feels like burnin' Rome. . I'm lost and I'm crazy. Too much time on my own.
I lost my job on Friday, I went drinking to forget. My luck, it had been down so long but I could change it yet. Sat down and started talking with some guy sitting there.
Inside these moments waiting. Beneath the windows of. 'The House of Love'. Like Romeo to Juliet above. . The lights out on the freeway. They lead me back to you.
He got shafted in Bradford for his out of date routines up there. And the trouble he ran into Brighton was more than his share. He's been running for thirty years, he would have settled down.