Pretty soon you'll be able to remember her. Lying in the garden singing. Right where she'll always be. The door is always open. . This is the place that I loved her.
Say that again. I won't forget. The phrase that turned in my head. And at the start. It makes no sense. A long time left to understand. . There on the shore.
She called up. And gave me the news. It made me so sad, sad, sad. There was nothing I could do. She's too far away. And you had to leave. I can never repay you now.
It's a Saturday sun. And the game is still on. And the waiting is done. It's all about you. . As it calls out your name. On a hill far away. He's looking down from above.
Deliberate provocation. Is what you gave to me. You got me going. You got me going. . How could such a simple thing. Get so out of control?. You let me down again.
Within myself. There are a million things. Spilling over. Falling out into a silent stream. Feel the warm wind touch me. Hear the waters crashing. See my windows wiping clean.
No time no place to talk about the weather. The promise of love is hard to ignore. You said the chance wasn't getting any better. Labour of love is ours to endure.
Detective is flat. No longer is always flat out. Got the number of the getaway car. Didn't get very far. . As lucid as hell. These images moving so fast.
He imagines the world. As the angel ascending. Like the ghost of a man. Who is tied up to the chair. . And he tries to believe. That his life has a meaning.
It never used to be that bad. But neither was it great. Somewhere in the middle then. Content and much too safe. Oh tell me please. Why it takes so long.
Sweet madness it must be wrong. What kind of fool imagines love. With all this going on. Stars burning in the empty sky. And the city is a flame. With a million lights.
You're not the girl you think you are. they're not his shoes under your bed. he'll take you places in his car. that you won't forget (no). And all the people that you know.
Don't stand around. Like friends at a funeral. Eyes to the ground. It could've been you. And why do you weep. For the passing of ages?. You slip with the back of your hand, you're taking it out on the one you love.
Down on the ocean floor. That's where I'm heading for. Hold on to a sinking stone. Until the worst is known.. . Nobody wants to think about it. Nobody wants to talk about it.
My life is a house. You crawl through the window. Slip across the floor and into the reception room. You enter the place of endless persuasion. Like a knock on the door when there is ten or more things to do.
My telly's gone bung. What am I to do about the ABC. My telly's gone bung. What am I to do about my predicament. My telly's gone bung. I plugged it it in and it turned me off again.
I'd much rather have a caravan in the hills. Than a mansion in the slums. I'd much rather have a caravan in the hills. Than a mansion in the slums. When the taste of success only lasts you.
She came all the way from America. She had a blind date with destiny. And the sound of Te Awamutu. Had a truly sacred ring. Now her parents. Are divorced.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you..
There's closets in my head where dirty things are kept. That never see the light of day. I want to drag them out, go for a walk. Just to see the look that's on your face.