I'm not ashamed to say that I've loved you well. I'm not ashamed to let you know. I'm just a name, that's all, scratched upon your wall. You've used it well but what the hell that's what walls are for.
Hey. What's your name?. Don't worry. And don't be afraid. We won't hurt you. . Hey. Lost your way?. Well don't worry. Just do as we say. And we won't hurt you.
Say what you will, I will miss you my friends. Let me move along for the road never ends. Vowing to live till the end of all time. All the way to the ends of the earth because i'm.
You've been gone much longer. Than you ever said you had the plan to. I'm just gonna wait 'till you come home. . Though I count the days, they're grey without you.
Forgive me my unsettled ways. Don't linger in time or finger what's mine. Don't make me do what you wouldn't do yourself. . Forgive me the bad things I do.
Now your bowl is empty. And your feet are cold. And your body cannot stop rocking. I know. It hurts to let go. . Since the day we found you. You have been our friend.
Uncle Toad sittin' by the old south gate. Waitin' them boys they bin stayin' out late. Uncle Toad thinks, they're way out of line. Maybe they think, he is past his prime.
Live from day to the next day. Try to satisfy the cravings before they. Consume you. . Colours are brighter. The world can excite you. When you're under its spell.
Oh, the gist of it all is the first day of fall. Is the day when my ship will set sail. The best of all friends will say good-bye again. There's still time for one last glass of ale.
This will teach them how to groove. All right, let's get aquatinted. (hello there). music from the bass perspective. . this is a journey into sound. a journey which along the way will to bring you.
Pardon me if I'm leaving in a hurry, can't you see. There's too much to lose for me to stay around?. I've played your game, obeyed your rules, the best that I know how.
The space shuttle ends where the subway begins. There's a tear on the face of the moon. From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long. But there's too many clues in this room.
It was only yesterday. When I heard the teacher say. Patiently, one and two make three. We were children, you and me. Let us pray for the ones they call.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down. Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee'. The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead. When the skies of November turn gloomy.
The way I feel is like a robin. Whose babes have flown to come no more. Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'. When the birds have flown and the nest is bare.
Just like birds of a feather. We too have followed the golden sun. It feels so good. Knowin' the watchman's gone. . If I give you a rose, buddy. Would you please bury it in the fields?.
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved. Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved. And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago.
When it's midnight on the meadow. And the cats are in the shed. And the river tells a story. At the window by my bed. . If you listen very closely. Be as quiet as you can.
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills. They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills. They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks.
Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run. Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come. Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind.