I'm glad no one's here, just me by the sea. I'm glad no one's here to mess it up for me. I'm glad no one's here, just me by the sea. But man, I wish I had a hand to hold.
This one thing's for certain. We all need change. We wrap ourselves in blankets. To stay warm. . Well, it's still stinging. I can't feel my toes. Growing numb, I've come undone.
If a child lives with money well, he learns to spend his time. If a child lives with crazy he goes out of his mind. I didn't live with nothin' that's worth talkin' about.
Children in the street. Children in the street. . There's more than enough to feed this world. We close our eyes and choke on opulence. . Climb the hill of suffering.
Life is better than the days behind. What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine. No aggravation that we can't get through. A situation for the lucky few.
I haven't learned to say goodbye. Hello itself is hard enough. It kills to let a good thing die. And I don't want to see it go bad. . Picture perfect morning.
The register stood open as the smoke cleared the room. And one man was lying over blood and a broom. The store door was swingin' in a midnight breeze.
When I was a boy, who lifted me so I could see. Above all the things height has restricted. Ooh, oh, maybe someday I'll be a man. . Ooh, oh, figuring out how I'm supposed to be.
Lights on the river bridge roll to the water's edge. Filling the harbor with halos. The night was cold and black when they were walking back. He held her hand in the shadows.
You are a jewel, virtue, treasure. Angelic in heart, painting grace. . With every passing moment. I'm falling in love with. . You are the one I love the most.
Shooting up junk in the bathroom. Makin' it with punks on the floor. Livin' the scene out of her Limousine. Little Miss S. in her mini dress. Living it up to die, in a blink of the public eye.
Once we're together, naturally. When I'm not here, and you're not away from me. And we're finally home. I'm gonna kiss you, just like I did. That time the breeze slid through the open door.
I'll make a sound you can remember. It's not like it's gonna matter anyway. All the things you say are filtered. And weighed by your ghost. And you'll see what happens next year.
The register stood open, smoke cleared the room. And one man was lying over blood and a broom. The store door was swingin' in a midnight breeze. And another man ran through the dark and the trees.
When we hear it, we need to listen close. Yeah, we feel it, first a draft and then a wind. . It will feel like a burn or a shiver. Yeah, we feel it, it's a pull to the earth.
Once we're together, naturally. When I'm not here and you're not away from me. And we're finally home, I'm gonna kiss you just like I did. That time the breeze slid through the open door.
Desperately trying to, desperately trying to. Desperately trying to get you out my mind, now. I'm desperately trying to, desperately trying. Desperately trying to get you out my mind.
He left home when she was seventeen, we came back to see her. She was older, cold and even mean, not like we remembered. Out along the old road where the Indian Paintbrush grows.
She was thirteen months when he was sent to jail.. Behind the bars of her crib and those of his cell.. They wait for her love to come to them.. But she couldn't come..
In the morning in the bath. Water pouring from the tap. I don't want to go out. Lie back, relax. . Ever lazy, never free. What my conscience does to me.