Could it be me, waiting in wonder. I don't even know what's in your mind. Crowding around, watching your thunder. Hoping just to see you one more time.
Jody, what you been doing?. It's been a long, long time. Since we went dancing in the schoolyard,. With your breasts like bleeding limes. . Jody, are you still hanging with that latin?.
It's not a matter of being bored. But the things that we've ignored. Are coming back to haunt us once again. I close my eyes, the lights are dim. But I see you stagger in.
She moves through the black door. She turns toward the desperate light. With her breath like iodine, with her filigree design. She summons the fire from her hips.
Don't you try to tell yourself you travel undetected. When crawling with your face down to the ground. She's always got her eyes on you. When she gets down.
It's too late. To fall in love with Sharon Tate. But it's too soon. To ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb. . I think it's time that you all start.
I guess that I was wrong. I know I played along and let the little things go by. Like the look in your eye. . You loved me too much. Then you loved me just enough to keep me coming back for more.
I write your name. Everywhere I go. Like a worn out code. Just to let you know. . I write your name. On my loneliness. On the closet hook where you hung that dress.
I want the angel. Whose dreams are fatal. They cause the snake's milk to run and curdle. . I want the angel. Whose darkness doubles. It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles.
There's paper scattered on the lawn. Birds up on the line. There's letters left unopened here. There never is the time. . There's messages I should return.
You were born on a windswept morn. Under the summer sky. They moved you past all the kids in your class. You never even asked why. . Oh the golden days.
The blue light flashes. Billy feels it's motion. He says, "should I go and set it free? ". Black-eyed suzie. Picks up on the notion. She says, "put it in the lonely tree".
"Bobby died of leukemia. He got it two years ago, but had such a strong body. He was always the best at sports that he kept. biding it off. They gave him six months at first, then he turned to trick and got better, even got out for a while. Though it.
I came down the stairs. and saw you standing there. looking across the crowded room. and crying running your fingers. through your hair.. And Auld Lang Syne was playing.
[messed? ] and peculiar. Dancing with julia. I see no spare sky. This is the last try. . The static from dreaming. Is only now seeming. To bring on disaster.
You and me we're not much for talking. Quiet smiles and silent walking. Riding the waves of sunshine in our time. . I was driving the dream down the West Coast mountains.
It's a garbage truck hour, I'm sleeping in the shower. I'm feeling like I'm waiting on a train. By the sounds from my bed I think somebody's bled. All over something someone's keeping clean.
At least we had the sense to know what's done is done. Now I'm not saying we never had fun. We made love like a speeding train but we'd end up back on earth again.
Walk along with me for just awhile. This town can beat you down. It's mile after lonely mile. With so many faces and unfamiliar places every day. . I started out, I came here all alone.
I'm walking uptown. I hear a most peculiar sound. Like a seashell in my ear. Like the ocean was near. I go inside this store. To get my head clear. . Once I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ].