I live on caffeine, Camu. Eagles and Airplanes. I decorate my lies with butterflies. That glimmer in the shimmering rain. . They say you can't lose 'em all.
I've got some pressure in my chest. I don't know why. I've got some pressure in my heart. I don't know why. I'm leaning on my feelings. They stop me from going on.
If I could be thirteen again. To live with no regret. When I could still be president. And I could feel my dad. . As he's holding me in his arms. Not in my dreams.
The sun kisses the windows. I'll and I am still on my second cup of pity me. It's been a long night chasing ghosts but at the most. It's been a rude awakening that all too late I finally see.
(Kristyn Osborn / Melanie Doane / Rick Neigher). . If you could hear these four walls talkin'. If you could hear my heart just walkin'. 'Round and 'round this dollhouse trying.
If you could hear these four walls talking. If you could hear my heart just walking. Round and round this doll house. Trying to make it real. . If you could see this sunrise setting.
Lucky 4 you, 4 you. Lucky 4 you. . You always say that I have multiple personalities. I bounce around somewhere between my dreams and reality. So where'd you dig up the audacity to ask me.
When I said I love you, baby. You said knock on wood. I'm afraid I knocked harder. Than I probably should. Those mockingbird words got away from me. Wish I could take them back, yeah.
When I said, "I love you baby", you said, "Knock on wood". I'm afraid I knocked harder than I probably should. Those mockingbird words got away from me.
Here are the thrill seekers. . What's up with the current innuendo. Buzz around into a fevery crescendo. You'll never, you can't. Why does everybody fear.
You and I, we started out. I thought that we were cool. You took the time, you read my mind. There's nothin' you wouldn't do, yeah. . I give, you take.
This can't really be what life is all about. Learning how to live just to live without. The travesty's the irony and the irony is you. I've traded in my sanctity for a cheaper shade of blue.
Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh. Over the fields we go. (Ah ah). Laughing all the way. (Ah ah). . Bells are bound to ring making spirit's bright.
Now and then I confess you cross my mind. Now and then I guess I have a little too much time. I've changed my way of thinking. I've tried hard to separate what came too soon.
I slam the door a thousand times. What mine is mine, what's yours is mine. It's a long drive uphill. Sit back, I'm taking the wheel. . So many highs, so many lows.
Do you know I'm thinking you?. Can you feel me drinking you?. Is any of this sinking through?. . Neatly, so completely bent. By this brilliant accident.
You said, I bled. You meant, I went. Overcomplicated. Spent. Love's a series of broken sentences. Miscalculations reconciliations. . Seductive highs. Destructive lows.
How can I keep from singing?. My life goes on in endless song. I hear the music ringing. It find an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing?. . I won't be bored.
God only knows how I've needed a friend. Who can see through the boldness and pride. Someone strong enough to put my faith in. Someone willing to let me inside.
How can I keep (how can I keep). How can I keep from singing. . My life flows on in endless song. Above the lamentation. I hear the sweet (I hear the sweet).