I hear, a voice say "Don't be so blind". It's telling me all these things. That you would probably hide. Am I, your one and only desire. Am I the reason you breathe.
Something rolling underneath my skin. I could not define it or invite it in though. To let it in would be to liberate. To keep it in darkness is to propagate, why.
Sally Ann designs the clothes. that she models on the concrete. moving her backwards. down a one way street. Home sweet home. for the beggar gypsy. Is where she counts your money.
Every day why I don't know. When I pass your house I drive real slow. It's out of my way, it's crazy for sure. 'Cause you do not live in that house anymore.
I am full and choosing to be full. I'm on a boat, I'm in a lake, I'm with the water, I see the trees. I'm with the sun, I see the moon, I touch the sky.
See the lines in my face. Theres one for everyday. Ive lived without you. And held you only in my mind. . See these hands, how they shake. How long it will take.
It's so calm, I am suspicious without a storm. Here on my farm, it is harvest and the sun is warm. And I yearn for upheaval, oscillation of the depths.
Don't die on the vine, baby. Though the weather here is fine, maybe. There's a storm rolling over those hills. Don't let it soak you, don't let it choke you.
(written by shelby lynne and bill botrell). . I always thought is would be easier. After you were gone. Thought I could pull myself together. And do fine on my my own.
Baby, I must leave you soon. It's all I know how to protect myself. You say you want to know. I reveal and then I. . Show, oh, I'm the fool. 'Cos I can't find you anywhere.
(Billy Sherrill). . This time I almost made it came so close to saying no. I almost found the words to make you go. This time I almost made it almost pushed you away.
I remember it all very well lookin' back. It was the summer I turned eighteen. We lived in a one room, rundown shack. On the outskirts of New Orleans.
you by the ocean, me in echo park. whole city between us writhing in the dark,. i have comfort for you over here. I have comfort for you.. . you are a roman and I am from greece,.
Well it wasn't too very long ago you know some folks walked with a hi-dee-ho. And other folks walked around kind of low. Sayin' Yowzah and Sho nuff and Yassuh boss.
I just made my daydream come true,. when i sequestered you,. and only the fishermen knew where we would be.. oh come, and lay by this fire where its warm,.
I been walking around here today. Like there's nothing to do. Letting all the walls come down. I tried so hard to live up to. And when i notice how much i'm still caring.
Well I've been spendin' my life lookin' for a shoulder. To rest my head when the nights get colder. But the days are gettin' longer and I'm gettin' older.
I can't believe you're calling me. Did you run out of things to do?. Are you bothered by my old memory?. Has guilt got the best of you. . I can't imagine what you'd want with me.
We talked about loss and the patterns of past. And the pieces of ourselves, we'd killed over time. We thought then of love and surrendered our eyes. And I looked for myself through your dissolving disguise.
You're a ghost in the snow now. And the light in my red mood. You flow across me in waves of. I hope to see you soon. . Your anchor drags behind me. I feel your imprint on my thumbs.