Sometimes I think this cycle never ends. We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again. And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth.
Way, way down in a hole. There's no feeling. 'Cause when you're so far beneath the floor. Everything's a ceiling. . We dug it down as deep as we could.
We spread out and occupy. The cracks in the urban streets. Idle now, I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. As you sleep, as you sleep. . It's so appropriate.
Seems you finally found, finally found El Dorado. Over in Culver City, shining bright naming lights. . And I tried to be kind for you. Oh I'm trying to be kind for you.
Isolations, dotted lines. Seas of concrete, wild eyes. Streaking colors, blurred to one. Always moving, blinding sun. Blinding sun. Coldest comfort, safety glass.
Earth angel, earth angel. Will you be mine?. . My darling dear,. Love you all the time.. I'm just a fool,. A fool in love.... With you. . Earth angel, earth angel.
Alone on a train, aimless in wonder. An outdated map, crumbled in my pocket. But I didn't care where I was going. 'Cause they're all different names for the same place.
Pity, take pity on me. Because I'm not half the man that I should be. Always turning to run. From the people I should not be afraid of. And darling, you should know.
The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing the week and. I was in the corner booth thinking (pretending to read). About the possibility of one to love unconditionally and the words that.
You were the mother of three girls so sweet. That stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street. But after conception, your body lay cold. and withered through autumn and you found yourself old.
It was one hundred degrees. As we sat beneath a willow tree. Whose tears didn't care,. They just hung in the air. And refused to fall, to fall-all-all-all.
Sitting on a carousel ride. without any music or lights. Everything was closed at Coney Island. and I couldn't help from smiling. I can hear the Atlantic echo back.
Synapse to synapse. The possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for free drinks. And family greetings. . On your wedding, your wedding. Your wedding date. The figures in plastic on the wedding cake.
Synapse to synapse. The possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for free drinks. And family greetings. . On your wedding, your wedding. Your wedding date. The figures in plastic on the wedding cake.
I'll take the best of your bad moods. And dress them up to make a better you. 'Cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. . I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip.
We won't get far. Flying in circles inside a jar. Because the air we breathe. Is thinning with the words that we speak. . That we speak. You and me. That we speak.
The snow's coming down. I'm watching it fall. Watching the people around. Baby please come home. . The church bells in town. They're ringing a song. What a happy sound.
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Cath, she stands. With a well-intentioned man. But she can't relax. With his hand on the small of her back. . And as the flashbulbs burst. She holds a smile.
1, 2, 3. Every scream went bleeding through these paper walls. And all the make up in the world couldn't hide the scars. I leave today. I'm packing light, a suitcase and toiletries.