Living in a house of cards. Praying the wind doesn't blow too hard. Giving in to differences. Straining to keep up appearances. Making believe the thread can be saved.
I saw you running. Ahead of the crowd. I chased but never thought. I'd catch you.. You said you loved me. But you had to be free. And I let you.. Why did I let you?.
The higher you climb,. The more that you see.. The more that you see,. The less that you know.. The less that you know,. The more that you yearn.. The more that you yearn,.
Capture the moment. Carry the day. Stay with the chase. As long as you may. . Follow the dreamer. The fool and the sage. Back to the days. Of the innocent age.
She says no. When she means yes. And what she wants. You know that I can't guess. When we want more. You know we ask for less. Such is the language of love.
She never looks. And she never listens. Her heart only knows what it feels. And all that she is. And all that she isn't. Her every movement reveals. .
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And though you try to justify the meaning. Of the note you sent this evening. To my door you're not deceiving me. . Well, I'd have thought that you'd have known much better.
Two hearts. Throwing off sparks. Young and in love with. Our freedom. Moonlight,. Those soft, southern nights. We were both ripe to fall.. . I was. Out on my own.
Two hearts. Throwing off sparks. Young and in love with. Our freedom. Moonlight,. Those soft, southern nights. We were both ripe to fall.. . I was. Out on my own.
In the Spring of Forty-seven,. So the story, it is told,. Old John Sutter went to the mill site. Found a piece of shining gold.. . Well, he took it to the city.
Every time we speak. Our words betray intentions. Insincere inventions. That never quite reach the heart. So we turn the other cheek. And gather our defenses.
Stood out in the rain. Let it soak me down. Before I called you... I called you.. Didn't see me there. Hidden by the rain. Beneath your window... But I saw you..
Broken clouds along the blue horizon. The sun is setting and the wind is dying down. Outward bound, there is music all around. Can you hear it, it's the song of the sea.
Here is a poem. That my lady sent down. Some morning while. I was away.. Wrote on the back of. A leaf that she found. Somewhere around Monterey.. . And here is the key.
Now the wind is still. In a moment it will be raging. Now my soul is young. In a moment it will be aging.. . And high above the pines. I wrote several lines.
Oh, he makes his life as a carpenter. He works his hands in wood. And he lives the way his granddad. Might have liked and understood. He goes to work each morning.
Listen to me and I will try to. sing you a song that makes you see. how much I long to be beside you. and how much you mean to me. . sometimes a song's the only way to.
There's a soft voice. That follows me. Everywhere. Everywhere I go. And it whispers. So softly. This time I know. This time I know. . Oh, it wasn't a dream.
Do you think that it's wise. To be cursing the cloudy skies. Don't come to me with your cries. When the sun's shining in your eyes. . Just zip your coat to the cold.