I'm always losing, something holy. Pacific Ocean, endlessly rolling. . And I will wade through the water. Into fire. And feel the weight, pulling under.
Keep it a secret. Keep it a secret. Keep it a secret. . You know I'm not a single man. But anyway you think you can. Come up to me and make a try. By saying make this a night to remember.
Lord, how it comes is how it goes,. You don't need to chase my ghost anymore,. Ghosts in those cuts I used to see. Are the cuts that you would see in me.
Votre nom : jay-jay johanson. Sexe : masculine. Nationalit? : I am swedish. Age : I'm twenty eight. Votre taille : I'm sixt foot two. Votre poids : sixty two.
It hurts me so. To see you in that state you're in. With a tear on your chin. Tell me please, what have I done?. . It hurts me so. To see you sitting by yourself.
It was all blood and teeth. The night he was beat,. So I heard from police. Seething on you, 'it's just a faggot's blues'. Well man, let me sing 'em with you....
I use to be swinging the girls 'cross the floor. And I use to be a lover like no one before. And all the girls whispered and giggled and blushed when I passed.
There she goes, the girl with the thorns. A crowd to which she was born. She gets lost and torn, at times in a war,. Looking for sinking scores. . There's a boy, in constant dismay,.
Can't make it on my own. Will anybody help. To get out of this black hole?. I want some fun. . I would like to enjoy. A moment for once. And instead of being annoyed.
I guess I'm just a fool. Still dreaming of you. But the way the story ended. What else can I do ?. . You said I was too good to you. Too good and too sweet.
Every night I go to sleep. And begin to dream. The story of my dream has got the same old theme. It's you, baby, it's you. . Turn off the light. Sit down on the couch.
Underneath this surface exists. A man with no strength to resist. Lips are sealed unable to speak. If you don't take these chains off me. . I hesitate too scared to believe.
She showed me how to dance on the floor. The moves I could use. Each friday at the rex we would meet. Sometimes without words. . The doorman said if you had arrived.
Far away, once so close. But now you're far away. You're still here with me. But not like yesterday, so far. . Far away, here you breathe. But you're so far away.
If I could sing a lullaby. for you, each night I would. And you would never wonder why. because it's understood. You let me read your diary. to know your personality.
Even in the darkest hour. When the world is fast asleep. I sit by candlelight with memories. . When the wind was oh so cold. I used to hold you baby, hold.
On a mountain up North. I will build a small house. Made of wood, stone and straw. . I'll let nobody in. Neither family, nor friends. Nor the postman can come.