Standin' here, I got my eye on you. Your story bleeds, but there's no review. Honey drip and set my soul on fire. Stealin' hearts got me walkin' the wire.
Slave. To an early grave. To that bed you made. Now you've got to lay down in it. Slave. Slave. See now what you've done. See what you've become. You know that I see right through it.
Last night I dreamt of flying. Over hillsides in the snow. And I dove down through the clouds. To the valley there below. Where the fields turned into parking lots.
A Journey Fom A To B. . I measured the distance from Heaven to Hell. How will we do only time will tell. Oh when you stop worrying. What anyone says doesn't mean a thing.
Like a fire burning in the kitchen sink. Like a choir that can't agree on what to sing. Like a wild raging river that just can't find the will. You change your mind a thousand times, deciding to stand still.
I took a taxi down beside the water. I kicked a stone out along the pier. I saw the lighthouse keeper blowing out his candle. And that's a sight every sailor fears.
The big man ain't so big no more. He's curled up on the basement floor. His worldly goods around his feet. He's lost his mind trying to keep. The more you gain, the more you pray.
Precious. You know I have nothing. Precious. No money can buy. You're like a treasure. Lost to the sands of time. Whatever you're hiding. Few can deny.
Never gonna show how to live. I don't think I've got another. Brain cell to give. The easy way is harder. When you're falling apart. . So I say, low down.
Here's a little story `bout a very old muffin. She's a sugar when she's on her back. Tellin' old tales of how it used to be. And she said she's covered all the tracks.
So, you've finally found the time. Making molehills out of mountains. What's yours is surely mine. Let's not argue over nothing. It's all in your mind.
I thought I felt her ghost again last night. And I kept a fire burning through the morning light. You, early morning diner on the neon range. You, you drove away as it began to rain.
Ah, healin'. Tried to burn the fire inside. Now it's knockin' at your door. Say hello to karma. Yet through so many lies I wade. The truth in time will lay you down to rest.
You look a lot, lot better tonight. You and I should go out for a fight. We need a holiday. But not today, another day. . You need eyes in the front of your head.
In the cool evening breeze. Sweet perfume of burning leaves. An easy feeling has come to be. I let it wash all over me. Feel's like there's something going on.
My name is Jackson Jameson, a coal miner by trade. From a part of Pennsylvania even Jesus couldn't save. With towns named after Indian chiefs and Union Army generals.
She steals the ripened fruit off my tree. Love slowly withers on the vine. Jasmine's in bloom. I know that you will soon be gone. The only woman I know.
Charge admission and rope me off. She said, "I do believe I see income here". Eight hundred and seventy pounds. From a thyroid condition and one room bound but.
You give me a call. The light don't shine on through. It don't shine through. You push and I fall. The black cloud's on the move. You're on the move. I've taken on four jobs.