Thursday afternoon. You cast a shadow 'round my room. The breeze moved the curtains. And lifted my perfume into the air. And danced with lazy curls in your hair.
Jimmy-Ray. I've heard of evil in the world. But you and I are flesh and blood. He was just a baby. He was my son. . There goes our chance for happiness.
Daddy Murphy. Where, where, where have you been?. You should have been here helping in the kitchen. Where, where, where do you go?. No daughter of mine outta worry me so.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?. Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?. I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains. I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways.
1873 was a very bad year for me.. When all I feared just disappeared so suddenly.. They got their tickets for the train.. Raised their weapons and took aim..
I'm feeling feelings like I never felt before. My head is reeling when I used to be so sure. Of why I'm here and why it is I'm going there. But now I fear I'm not getting anywhere.
At Last Lyrics. . As the sky was darkening through years of night. I felt a door was opening to this gorgeous morning light. At Last. At Last. At Last.
He's too plain, he just likes white. He don't like rain, he don't like night. He shake hands like jelly glove. He makes money better than love. . I don't know him, I just seen him.
Are you really who you say you are?. You walk all over broken hearts. Has it been so bad that I'm just a joke to you?. You can't take it back you've gone to far.
Recognize the position of the moon. And the waves are high. The earth begins to move and I want to see. The skin that I am in will stretch and shape. And change into something.
Crawling under, lost in a perfect sin. What's my addiction to breathe?. I will sleep and I will breath and I will scream. 'Cause that's a part of me. .
Quicksand, I'm sucked down in again. Blinded by the earth today. Deep beneath the undertow. But I'm two feet too short to reach it. . I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed.
Your evil eyes with your glass shaped prize. You smell of smoke with your dirty clothes. We're all afraid of your twelve step stage. You lose control and you won't let go.
I want to be the one who captures time. I want to sit and squeeze the days of life. And then I claim my way, the way out west. Where the angels point their city home....
I think you should pack your bags and leave today. But she stays. She paced around the room all dressed in lace. I'm so selfish. And sunlight breaks. And I want to see.
Heard it all before but it's this time it's calling out. Coming back for more. Looking through the center of an ordinary life. It's taking over my mind.
Your signals have faded out. You're such a hit and miss. And I can't even get a sound. So face me. And hear me out. . Lie together, wide awake. What's the matter now?.
Son of a Bitch. Son of a Bitch. . When in done. Did it again. This is the last time. This happens way too much. I did it because I got caught in a cycle.
Back to the ground. We're all alone again. Led by a sound. No, we're not giving in. They want us to change. They want us to fall in place. But, we're going to make some waves.
So disappointed, always a step behind. Can't you hear all of the noises. Scraping the back of my mind?. Did you realize that I so despise. All those times I've wasted counting on you?.