Feel so free just believe we can come alive. We're so far from the ground. But I'm not looking down. . Feel the warmth of the breeze rushing over me. Now it's all over now.
Into the traffic changing. A good friend I have had. Today, today he's leaving. Makes me sad. . My friend is starting over. There is a trembling. Today, today he's trembling.
Flying down lanes, bicycles red and blue. And tunnels of tall trees, with you. Together we are very small. Riding across the great land. On the Eastern Avenue.
The happy Mondays, we blow down alleyways. in our raincoats, in afternoons.. The imaginary dogs beside us. are old friends, they will speak to you.. .
Don't fire your gun at the pressure, it's only surreal. Don't heed the crowd noise and laughter, they're only surreal. This is a test for discovering who really loves you.
This flurry of plans is over, over. And I'm sorry and glad together. . Our bustling house is sane now, sane now. And I'm sorry and glad together. . Didn't it go by so quickly, Mary?.
Let's go, Tom.. The weather's here but you are strong.. The wax tears on your raincoat come. from candles when we walked in song.. Oh, you'll never lose that light,.
My someday coming child. I name and I re-name you. I make up memories for you of melodies. And friends from books I want to give you. And horse and buggy sounds outside.
Some Big Baby. -------------. Child and I say. This is untrue. She said, "I know that you love him so. But you make him carry you. Around like you're some big baby.
Smalltown Blues. ===============. Lately the conversations drag me down. The circle full of friends just make my head spin round & round & round and. There's always someone waiting in the hall outside.
Since I still tell you my every day,. my darling, I think you always hear me. from the sweet away, the sweet away.. Did you see us picnicking at lakeside.
All we can do, in this deep summer hour. With the rain, the taxis and the flowers. Walking between the dear ones holding on. Is shout, shout for joy. .
Shadows. =======. There are things we do. I don't know how we always get through. Hurling back to back. Love comes to save us in the last half. There are two of me.
First theres no one, then theyre all selected. Without exception, no way to escape. Backstabbing, like two-faced bastards.. . PRE. They will turn around and take another shape.
in june we're washing in the water. we are walking to the sand. In the summer of a hard year. you are swinging both our hands. in rhode island, rhode island.
Interact, never dared to turn our backs.... To the face of the enemy, sucking up the energy.. The more you suffer, the more they bleed you dry..... . Audio toxic disease.
Ah, revolving man, don't you ever get ahead?. All your days are spent in catching up the rent. Ah, revolve, revolve, don't you ever get a Sunday. To read the paper and jump into leaves or water?.
Revolve. -------. He revolves around us. He works so hard. He tries but he never. Why can't we ever get ahead. He moved the desk inside of a museum. And there is always something.
This dress that I made. Out of the curtains. Was on the line. Dancing around. Better than I can. Now we walk up. To the top of the street. Once letting go.
Pride Takes A Fall. ==================. For love, I'm doing your battles on the lawn. Questions, they come at me all sides, all around. You say you might as well be there and silent, underground.