Before leaving get to the bar. No one round here makes you pay. Never very good at goodbyes. So gentle shoulder charge. Love you mate. . Love you mate.
Lost in a lullaby. Side of the road. Melt in a memory. Slide in a solitude. Not 'til I can read by the moon. Am I going anywhere. Not 'til I can read by the moon.
Borrowed air a baby breathes. Falling helicopter seed. I forget which tree. . Advice from friends less drunk than me. A falling helicopter seed. I forget which tree.
They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again. And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain. The sun's had enough and the simmering sky. Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire.
It's a lethal ballet. Air traffic congestion. I'm having a baby. Second thoughts, scotch, dinner. And someone's dancing on the box. A former MP. And no one was watching.
Flying dream 143. I stretched out my arms. And my feet left the floor. And how all fifteen (ahem) stone flew to you. I don't know. . Related. . 23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love.
It's cooler now. An opening of the senses. She's snowy wise. Lined and kind. Pen in her mouth. Hair in pencils. . It's cooler now. An opening of the senses.
All the fallen angels. Roostin' in this place. Count back the weeks on worried fingers. Virgin mother whatserface. . You don't need to sleep alone. You bring the house down.
Don't mix your drinks. Don't mix with him. It will kill you one day. Good advice, sound advice. Why can't you be. Like him, like me. Look what you could achieve.
Dear friends. You are angels and drunks. You are may child. Old friends. . You stuck a pin in my pile of sin. And this is a note for a road sign. Cuttin' the breeze in this tennesee sundown.
Found a hole and slipped on through. Kissed the stone and learnt the lines. Jumped the cue all the time forgetting you. . Best dishevelled lover 3yrs running.
It's crawling with idiot. I'm itching to leave. I'm soft with fatigue I need something. . I've never seen anything quite like you. In here. . Come on it's not serious.
All clear, good Lord. Did well to be ignored. Your falling temperature like cooling kisses. . All through your head. A made up water's edge. A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses.
Space, Age-in baby. Right right right right. One time. Beyotch!. Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!. . One: Too $hort, Eightball.
I am electric with a bottle in me. Got a bottle in me. And glory be, these fuckers are ignoring me. I'm from another century. . I am a preacher when I've got it on me.
Tu ru tu ru. Tu ru tu tu. Tu tu tu. Tu ru tu ru. Tu ru tu tu. . Al had the guile and the sideways smile. Bad boy and God. Beck knew how to push a boy to blush.
Deadlines pass year on year,. Whisper grass, the falling tears,. Whisper grass, wish you were here.. . Your tall tales still resound,. Your tall tales found you out,.
Were you crushed?. Did I rush you?. All my time is yours. My twisted heart is yours. The faithless shit is yours. The shameless fits of love. That only smother you for moments.
You're a girl in this vicinity. I'm a dog without a collar on. This cattle-market cabaret. Is the Sabbath every Saturday. I'm full of wit and chivalry.
What's got into me?. Can't believe myself. Must be someone else. Must be someone else. . Must be. Any day now. How's about getting out of this place? Any ways.