Now you've come this far to prove a point,. that never made much sense,. swallow this down like all your pills,. now your choking on your words that follow me to my sleep,.
Step out the front door like a ghost. Into the fog where no one notices. The contrast of white on white.. . And in between the moon and you. The angels get a better view.
Could I've been. Something more than what I've become. Really wonderful than some. . Then today, well I heard a sad sad song I sang. And it was wonderful with pain.
You're my distanced destination of choice. I'd give anything just to hear your voice. I couldn't pass you on the street, without saying a word. Most times I missed the voice, that goes unheard.
So how could I go on, and where did we go wrong,. can someone give me answers maybe,. the way you looked in that dress, so obviously selfish,. can you just wake me in the end, 'cause I am.
Oh Shannon. I might be dreaming'. The stars fell down on the factory. The cathedrals repeating, the light receding. Bells on another day. Have you ever seen my face.
Something says to me, "Don't be afraid". But if I don't worry I'll surely slip away. I need to speak to you, hear what you say. But if I breathe too hard, I think I'll go insane.
I can't lie, girl I love your bruises. Your silk hands, a voice that leaves me useless. And there I am, a boy with no excuses. I'm wide awake, but I can't get off the ground.
Got a message in my head. that the papers had all gone. Richard Manuel is dead. And the daylight's coming on. I've been wandering through the dark. now I'm standing on the lawn.
I've lost my innocence, to all your ignorance,. is this the price we pay, to live our lives this way,. and i believe that things could change no matter what you say,.
Since the day that I was born. I've been a prisoner of the storm. But the time has come. Now I've had enough. I can't take it anymore. . The blood rushes to my head.
( Original by Gram Parsons). . Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich. and welcome me back to town. Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor.
Gonna get back to basics. Guess I'll start it up again. I'm falling' from the ceilin'. You're falling from the sky now and then. . Maybe you were shot down in pieces.
This is not the end, we've only just begun,. pieces of happiness are the things that I'll miss,. though I can't walk away while I'm still this afraid,.
I am not afraid of you. Look at me you'll see it's true. You are broken falling down. And now you're nothing, nothing. . This time I want it too much.
This circus is falling down on its knees. The big top is crumbling down. It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east. Where you should be, no one's around.
I wasn't sure of when. But I knew there'd come a time. When I would feel this way about someone. And always need them by my side. . You could make me want to leave the one I'm with.
You just lay down slowly, swiftly, crushing nothing. Catching maybes, maybe I'll try. And she was born out west to feel. The sun, the air, her dreams, the perfect sky.
When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird. I think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers. And all other instruments of faith and sex and God.
Tell me this, could it be suddenly,. I'm not like I once used to be,. and I was all that I had,. which wasn't all much in the end. and this head, this heart,.