we'll light up the segway. we'll load them up and ship them out. out! out!. . tonight this poet dies. it inkwell has spoken. its last words. his thoughts were left in fiction.
Sometimes I find myself just sittin' all alone and wondering. Tryin' hard to figure out my life and what it means. It's not the things I never got the chance to do that matter.
You found the tattered note he left on the kitchen floor yes you did. Managed to say it all what he couldn't say before. You fell to your knees but you couldn't pray anymore.
I let, let my hand slip. past your lips...falling down. you left your warm breath. on my finger tips. i see you...falling down. . even though. they refuse to tell you so.
is this the end of all discretion. has turning in left us tuning out. and so this special song. goes to my first all. the ocean avenue, yeah. . and this winter will set aside our feelings.
I have been (I have been) a very pilgrim (a very pilgrim). Falling short (falling short) as you can see (as you can see). But every day (every day) I'm getting closer (I get closer).
Just another night. Stayin' up late. Tryin' to figure out. How to concentrate. On other things. That once seem so small. But now-a-days. I can't seem to recall.
He left you fragile. . You felt the breeze run through your hair. as you ran. without a care. . He left you fragile. . You felt the breeze run through your hair.
Rain down the pavement. To line up in our metal coffins. Main line our stations. to ship out the mass destructions. Green eyes in fountains. from the toxins that pollute our insides.
I'm sorry you had to be the one. To say I'm sorry to me. I'm sorry is never easy to say. And alone's never easy to be. . After all the things I've done in my life.
I'm sick of asking myself "can it be done?". I can't bear to fight you.... ...or even turn to run. Just having you close turns the night to day. you're the only reason why.
Απ' τη ματιά σου, παίρνω φωτιά και έρχομαι κοντά σου. ξανοίγομαι χωρίς φραγμούς στη θάλασσά σου. μαγκιά σου. που εξαρτώμαι μόνο απ' τα νερά σου. σαν τον καμμένο κυνηγό όλα τα βήματά σου.
Why don't you try harder next time.. You're better safe than sorry. but I'm gone and never coming back again.. So now you think I'm crazy.. Now you know I'm not the one..
I'M NOT QUITE THROUGH CRYING. WRITER LEW DeWITT. . Perhaps I outta mingle with the crowd just a little bit more Perhaps I outta find somebody new Perhaps I outta hang a happy sign on my front door But I'm not quite through cryin' over you, not quite I'm not quite through cryin' over you. I'd kinda like to throw a party and have a little fun tonight Have some laughs invite a friend or two If I could just get started I could have some fun alright But I'm not quite through cryin' over you, just yet I'm not quite through cryin' over you. It ain't no trouble for a happy heart, (happy heart) A laughin' habit sounds a happy fling, (happy fling) My friends all call me ole worry wart But they don't know the trouble That a broken heart can bring. I know several girls to call they'd really be glad to go And I could wend a heart before the night was through But I just have to make believe that I'm a happy Joe And I'm not quite through cryin' over you, not quite I'm not quite through cryin' over you. It ain't no trouble for a happy heart, (happy heart) A laughin' habit sounds a happy fling, (happy fling) My friends all call me ole worry wart But they don't know the trouble That a broken heart can bring. I know several girls to call they'd really be glad to go And I could wend a heart before the night was through But I just have to make believe that I'm a happy Joe And I'm not quite through cryin' over you, not quite. I'm not quite through cryin' over you, almost I'm not quite through cryin' over you, just about I'm not quite through cryin' over you....
The shadows that lay on your bed. held the light at bay. They only seemed paint a wicked sort of picture. just a shade darker than grey. . You don't want to be.
A savage thought becomes him. By the light shining through her dress. The flesh under his finger nails. The lips upon her chest. . And with the night pressing on.
When you grow tired of bein' pretty. When you grow older and pay your dues. When you grow tired of too much living. Honey, I'll take care of you. . I'll make good for you, I'll take care of you.
The sweet smell of ocean breeze. took my breath away. I watched the leaves hit the ground. leaving there drunken dance behind. . I never thought about taking this route before.
So child, we have to see this through. The choking has you foaming at the mouth. Our bodies convulsing on the floor. Like a fish out of water, the price of wanting more.
I'll go to my grave lovin' you, lovin' you. I'd give all I've saved lovin' you, lovin' you. And should, and should I live again. Even then, it won't end.