I hate the thought of you with him. It's an all new low for me. When I see you again. Smiling on the outside. Crying on the inside. When will it end?.
Before you smile. Back at me. You should know. Where that leads. . Cause I don't want your pain. And I don't want your games. My whole life is love or die.
I'm not really a soldier. I'm more likely to die. By car wreck or cancer. Than an eye in the sky. That follows them home. Right in through their window.
I'm alone, yet not alone.. God's the light that will guide me home.. With His love and tenderness,. Leading through the wilderness,. And wherever I may roam,.
Heavenly Father, You always amaze me. Let Your kingdom come in my world and in my life. Give me the food I need. To live through today. . And forgive me as I forgive.
I'm not sure why it always goes downhill. Why broken cisterns never could stay filled. I've spent ten years singing gravity away. But the water keeps on falling from the sky.
The doctor says I'm dying. I die a little every day. He's got no prescription. That could take my death away. The doctor says, it don't look so good. It's terminal.
I'm headed home. Yeah, but I'm not so sure. That home is a place you. Can still get to by train. . So I'm looking out the window. And I'm drifting off to sleep.
It takes a long time to kill a man. fifty-five years at least. until he breaks down. starts to look underground. to go off, and get him some peace. . I want to die a lot quicker than that.
Hush, hush, hush, hush. Hush, hush, hush, hush. . I heard a sound come from the ground. All of the trees are abuzz. Talking in tongues, talking with lungs.
The Movement comes in slow. It's a tune we both should know. But the walls are thin. So we keep our voices low. . You're a bird with a pretty mouth. You're a bird with songs to shout.
We set out from home early one morning. We, my love and me walking alone. We, birds and the bees, trees of the forest. Started as one, something went wrong.
I'm gonna miss you. I'm gonna miss you. When you're gone. She says, I love you. I'm gonna miss you. And your songs. . And I said, please. Don't talk about the end.
I hate all your show and pretense. The hypocrisy of your praise. The hypocrisy of your festivals. I hate all your show. . Away with your noisy worship.
I remember when we first started. Those Tennessee summer nights. From your little Brentwood apartment. With 10 cent wings for the drive. We fell in love long distance.
Here my dear, this is where we'll shake the nightmare free. I dream to hold you in my arms. I dream to hold you in my arms. To hold you in my arms. Wide awake in my arms.
God is my shepherd. I won't be wanting. I won't be wanting. He makes me rest in fields of green with quiet streams. Even though I walk through the valley of death and dying.
Life is a gift like fresh cut roses. Cut from the branch and brought inside. It's a slow contradiction, it's beauty in a vase. When our cords are cut that's when we start to die.
If you let your feelings go, dear. It'll scare you what you'll find. I find them on your street, dear. And you're always on my mind. . No one needs to know.