Well I know what the truth is and. I know where my heart is and. I sometime feel there's something missing. someone somewhere I'm not forgiving. I find it hard believing and I feel so deceiving.
These grievous goals. That hang around my skull. Are disappearing in numbers. The scattered fires inside of me. Have reached their permanent slumber. .
Follow the arrows.. Just follow, don't say no.. Follow the arrows.. They'll show you where to go.. Arrows go up.. Arrows go down.. Arrows go through..
Echoes the sound of a rusty box. Around it goes till out something pops. A toothless lion, he is weak and he is old. And he scares me every time. . I feel my knees shake underneath.
You were my first mistake. And even if that's true. I would take that punch again. If it would bring me back. . I thought I changed for you. It turns out just not enough.
I'm fixing my hair. Going stepping so I'm. Fixing my hair. When they see me they'll be. Really impressed. Looking my best. Smile on my face. And every curl in place.
Hollow eyes, drifting melodies. Where is our bright spark?. The world is turned inside-out. I'm choking on the dark. . So I tilt my head to Heaven. I'm reminded that.
Five purple konkers. Sittin' on the shore. One swam away, and then there were four. . Four purple konkers. Sitting in a tree (chomp!). One flew away, and then there were three.
There's a tall, a mulatto, boy, I know. And he comes to every party, he stands alone. In viewing them the rest, a corner of his glance. It gets so clear, he's not judging anyone.
Oh, I've got five people in my family. And there's not one of them I'd swap.. There is a sister, and two brothers,. And a mother, and a pop (that's me)..
Lannigan's Ball. (Traditional, arranged Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod) (excerpt in chorus from 'Delirium Tremens' by C. Moore). . Saint Patrick was a Gentleman.
The dust is settling now, I can see your expression. The look on your face is asking me how, how can you leave me here?. My words are falling to the ground, in one ear out the other.
Johnny Cope. (Traditional, arranged by Kirk McLeod). . Cope sent a message from Dunbar. Saying Charlie meet me if you dare. And I'll learn you the art of war.
Well, there are five monsters in my family. And we all have a lot of fun. Two furry sisters, scary husband. Fuzzy wife and hairy son (that's me). Oh five is such a scary number.
"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man". It's angry and slick into her letters writes. Through herself each time, she thinks of him. Trips her way down south into mystery's mouth.
I've been thinking it over, taking the time to find the words.. Getting closer to this God I serve.. Because He came over and God became a man,. coming in colors in black and white and red..
Hey man, you're so complicated and mean. Maybe your system needs adjustment. She is a famous people collector. I'm juggling J O B, The Judger. . Maybe the words don't mean a thing.
My home is where we used to meet. I'd talk to You and You'd talk to me. You revealed Your mysteries. I'd make promises I couldn't keep. And morning sleep it is my thief.
Jerusalem Rap. (Joe Dolan, arranged by Seven Nations). . I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore. I've been on the road six months or me. Hikin', workin', travelin' in style.