Your fighting yourself, against these same walls. Your own opposition, and you're at it again. In the mirror your hands clenched, it's fists against flesh.
Yes I do, I believe. That one day I will be, where I was. Right there, right next to you. And it's hard, the days just seem so dark. The moon, and the stars, are nothing without you.
Maybe someday she will come, come along, long. Maybe someday she will come along. Maybe someday she will come, come along, long. Maybe someday she will come along.
where did you go and where were you running to. how could you not know I would come after you. this comes and goes in waves and in spirals. nothing is permanent - nothing is final.
Just a man...imperfect...vulnerable. why can't my words be seen for what they are. an expression of my ongoing struggle. I am not your culture. I am not your shelter.
Something always brings me back to you.. It never takes too long.. No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.. . You hold me without touch..
Dust of the rivers does murmur and weep. Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone. Ah, but every face within your face does show. Going gladly now to give himself his own.
this time it's all over again. destroyed again and let down again. built up again to be torn down again. this time it's all over again. built up again to be torn down again.
I do my job and it's pleasing to me. It's getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea. On the roughest sea I do alright. On the roughest sea I do alright.
Baby, come tell me 'bout your tree-house. And your candy-striped pet mouse. And your car that has feet. Hey, come tell me 'bout your eyebrows that meet.
One day when the glory comes. It will be ours, it will be ours. One day when the war is won. We will be sure, we will be sure. Oh glory. . Hands to the Heavens, no man, no weapon.
eternal life on earth, a resurrection. my resurrection. my blood still flows. I have a purpose. I have unfinished business. I was taken to early I have a dream, it was a mistake.
Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower. Guards say, "Here's pens and paper, just sit down and work for an hour". Oh, goodness, how can we escape? But it's not worthwhile.
What about sunrise. What about rain. What about all the things. That you said we were to gain.... What about killing fields. Is there a time. What about all the things.
Our pain is profit, health is poverty. unveil the truth - we've swallowed lies. they've stripped us clean - tied us to their machines. one death is tragedy - billions the industry.
All around this wide country the winter it has now begun. Now is the time to slip away from the California sun. To a place where a man can be free as the wind.
Everybody knows good times. Everybody knows tears that fall. You and me had something higher than just good times. Something else that I just can't find without you.
believed to be a revolution. but to most just a style. superiority at others exclusion. disdain for those defiled. just another form of segregation, emboldened.
we'll all suffer for what we've done. we pay no mind but we're all guilty. we were created and will be taken away just the same. and we'll beg and plead and wish and fade away.
How sweet to be a cloud. Floating in the blue. . Lying awake, late the other night. I heard above me a trembling. I looked up, it was a little cloud. From which a gold string was dangling.