The trains all talk at once. and the cars will walk to work. The night is where we started,. and this night is where we'll end.. A thought that brings no comfort to our mess..
Life's like a little paper ball caught on tide. Pulled from the shore. Tonight now, the universe surrounds you in it's light. And you feel so small. .
Brick and wood, mortar and plane. Labor's love, a little faith. You can see the structure taking form.. Ancient tools, a new design. Taking care, taking time.
It's amazing I can even close my eyes. To hide away from the fear. Although I try I'm losing my whole life. My conscious now is clear. . Now I can't explain.
So you laugh and try to change your way.. I hope that you don't have to lie again.. If I walk out right now,. will it make you see the things that you can't stop?.
Ooh I can't get out of bed. Let's stay at home instead. I just want to play with you all day. Good loving gives me a thrill. But it don't pay the bills.
She says there so much of love. That is left to be learned. Mislead, push comes to shove. When you feel the love returned. . Feels like fire. Feels like fire.
(Listen) to me, my best friend.. Permission granted friend, but stay close to my heart. and we'll get through this sad part.. (Wander) with me, my lost friend and find something that makes sense..
I've been told it's just a matter of time. Before you meet someone who opens your eyes. But time's on my side so nevertheless. I know the pain of too much tenderness.
So many days they have gone. Some days they never end, I don't know. I've been waiting in line. But you won't let me in, to the show. . You don't know me, but I know you.
High school daydreams come easy and free. When you're a working woman whatcha gonna be?. A senator, a surgeon, aim for the heights. But the guidance office says lower your sights to.
Our signal is breaking up.. I'd like to focus my attention on something bigger than my thoughts.. Watch where you point those words. Same saga.. Our hero never wins. (Hardly a hero at all) My eyes won't focus..
I remember the man. Rising early in the morning. Smelling of starch and aftershave. Sometimes I would shave beside him. With a plastic razor and a cardboard blade.
I sit here every day looking at the sky. Ever wondering why I dream my dreams away. And I'm living for today in my mind's eye. . Things are clearer than before..
Someone's got a hold on me now. Too young, maybe I'm too damn proud to give in. You say. The things we do to those that we love. Hold me back cause I've had enough of living.
This isn't the first time I've talked about you.. This won't be the last time I talk about you.. This isn't the first time I've thought about you.. This won't be the last time I think about you..
In the stillness of the alley waits a man with an open blade. And he hurts the woman badly and within her plants his seed. She can't shake the dirt and horror as the seed takes root and grows.
There was an old man who lived in the greenwood. Nobody knew him or what he had done. But mothers would say to their children, beware of mad John. . John would sing with the birds in the morning.
There a sound leading me along. The piper plays his tune. And I can't resist the song. . There a sound, it whispers in my ear. The melody so soft. Yet the message loud and clear.