Two dozen other dirty lovers. Must be a sucker for it. Cry cry but I don't need my mother. Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it. . Sooner or later.
Rain fills the gutters. Puddles on the ground. Wood for the fire. Wet leaves all around. . Days in the kitchen. Just home from school. First taste of brandy.
Well you sent me running. For cover, deep in those dark and lonely hallways of my heart. And there were problems. You said there was something wrong with me.
Has the future come. To make a liar out of me?. Every day I wake. And I'm further out to sea. . High above the driving nails. Swirl the gardens of relief.
We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain. We jumped never asking why. We kissed, I fell under your spell.. A love no one could deny. . Don't you ever say I just walked away.
The dead girl mopes through a dead scene. With a cross-stitched lip she's picking at the seams. She's got bravado she says she's been. Featured in a few magazines.
When a man loves a woman. Can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'll change the world. For the good thing he's found. If she's bad he can't see it. He can do her no wrong.
We wrote on the sidewalk. When no one was watching. "This way to the ocean". And she took her clothes off. And waved at the traffic. But nobody noticed.
Walking outside our old house. Tragically dressed trying to coax your ghost out. There's some things I'm ready to confront. Some that I didn't do and some that I've done.
Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain. I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days. She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones.
Slowly walking down the street. Where the homeless and the lovers meet. I bask in ol' blue. Your skin does too. I saw the garland. In the skyline. In the byline.
So this is what you meant. When you said that you were spent. And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit. Right to the top. Don't hold back.
I've heard there was a secret chord. That David played, and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you?. It goes like this. The fourth, the fifth.
Well, I smoked my. Throat out last night. Hoping you'd call. Or just stop by. . Now, I'm wheezing. Like the Oakland sky. Feeling like. The rusted tracks.
If I could find a way to see this straight. I'd run away. To some fortune that I,. I should have found by now. . Life's too short to even care at all, oh.
I saw the lights of the Commodore Barry. From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry. And I felt the shock of an atom bomb. When the tired old city of Chester.
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind. . The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.
morning light paces the fog and. cuts through my window like laughter into sorrow. makes the movement and stir into the day. this is nothing more than just tomorrow.
There's only one light on in the house. And that's the light up in the hall. And it's shining on the back of my head. . And I'm concentrating hard. On the cigarette, to the ashtray.
You tell all the boys "No". Makes you feel good, yeah.. I know you're out of my league. But that won't scare me away, oh, no. . You've carried on so long,.