I've been looking at you all night long. I've been looking at you all night long. you with your street-walking shoes and your street-walking eyes. I see nothing wrong.
A man walks out of his apartment. It is raining, he's got no umbrella. He starts running beneath the awnings. Trying to save his suit. Trying to save his suit.
Some said the local lake had been enchanted. Others said it must have been the weather. The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet. But I swear that I could hear the laughter.
Come and open up your folding chair next to me. My feet are buried in the sand. And there's a breeze. There's a shadow. You can't see my eyes. And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies.
I went flyin' out of my window. I went flyin' out of my window. Been caught doin' it once or twice. But it feels so real nice. Oh, it feels so real nice.
I wish I'd see a field below. i wish I'd hear a rooster crow. But there are none who live downtown. And so the day starts out so slow. Again the sun was never called.
The piano is not firewood yet. They try to remember but still they forget. That the heart beats in threes. Just like a waltz. And nothing can stop you from dancing.
Shake it up. . I never loved nobody fully. Always one foot on the ground. And by protecting my heart truly. . I got lost. . In the sounds. I hear in my mind.
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White lines on your mind. Keep it steady. You were never ready for the lies. . White lines on your mind. Keep it steady. You were never ready for the lies.
It's like forgetting. the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it. You were always singing along. It was so easy. And the words so sweet. You can't remember.
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On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing. The world should have ended right then and there. Precisely 4: 15, when he stopped existing. The world should have ended.
Down in Bowery. They lose their ball-eyes and their lipped-mouths in the night. And stumbling through the street they say. "Sir, do you got a light?".
You are so sweet. Dancing to that beat. . There's a meat market down the street. The boys and the girls watch each other eat. . You are so sweet, so sweet.
My rhyme ain't good just yet. My brain and tongue just met. And they ain't friends so far. My words don't travel far. They tangle in my hair. And tend to go nowhere.
Stop jerkin off and eat your chicken baby. It's like a colony of hungry ants down here. So I keep dancing with this deadweight round my ankles. And it thickens every time I turn away.
I had a dream. Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over. Babysat all four of my kids. . Then in my dream. I told the doctor off. He said, "If you don't want to do it,.
That's it, it's split - it won't recover. Just frame the halves and call them brothers. Find their fathers and their mothers. If you remember who they are.
Carbon monoxide. Soon I'll go to sleep. If I've got my socks on right. They slide right off of my feet. . As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk.