She says that she is going home now. She says that she has seen enough. She packed her bags, she's leaving in the morning. On that 7:30 a.m. Greyhound Bus.
I close your eyes with my mouth. Now you don't see anything. But you feel my breath all over. I can feel you too. . Although I don't really know you. I don't really care.
this is frustration. this is me using the same tricks and getting sick of it. this is me throwing pieces against the wall hoping something will stick.
In a small, Pennsylvania town the kind that. Looks like a postcard from a distance. There sprang a true love, a God-forbidden new love. Complete with romance and resistance.
In everyone hides. A king for a day. Nature's actors. In tragedies we play. . But deep bows the head. That bears the crown. For the weight of might. Can always pull us down.
You've seen this kid before;. he sits fists clenched.. When he looks up, (when he looks up). he sees tigers.. when he looks inwards,. he sees disgust,.
I could go to anywhere,. head hung low in shame. Buy new clothes and dye my hair,. maybe even change my name. But the past don't ever disappear,. and to run's a losing game.
If you hate that boy for months, time to feel it. Uh oh uh oh. If he has the chance, he might trust the feeling. Uh oh uh oh. I saw inside, it looked like a cleaver.
His hands hide inside a sleeve. And little feet play with the ground. beneath him. While up in the sky is where he wants to be. . Time will fly. And the wind plays with him.
Christmas time is here, happiness and cheer.. Food for all, the children call their favorite time of year.. Snowflakes in the air, candles everywhere,.
I head for distant lands. Leaving my expenses. Forsake this land of plastic. . I would try to be something. But you wont stop talking. Drifting for the farthest shore.
I went down to Leo's Lounge. To look at the faces, listen to the sounds. Bartender Bernie, look my way he say,. "Tell me son, how do you feel today?".
Feel free to correct anything. This is what I got from this song.. . I was thinking, yeah I was thinking that this is more than ever. I was told, yeah I was told that this is about together.
My friend. She tipped over. Out of childhood into sadness. She's always shining. But nevertheless. Her beautiful heart is drowned in grief. . Sugar horse, lives inside.
Beware, beware out of their closets. The skeletons are coming. Come down with me where the woods meet the water. Let's get away from your dirty little secrets.
Thirty seven kinds of coffee. Thirty seconds to decide. As the line backs up behind me. Say, "I'll take number nine.". . Things have gotten complicated.
The cruelty of this world persists. The cold wind speaks for our lost. Whispering words, weaving worlds. Her time has come, alas. A man of stone with opened eyes.
They call this the badlands, baby. But it used to be bayou. The shore of an inland sea. And I can hear you coming. . What foul beast stalks this way. The night is dim.
I'm a fool. You're a liar. I'm a dry stick of wood. You are a fire. . I thought it through. Baby I thought it over. Only thing I got to do now. Is tell you it's over.
Sail on silver wings. Through this storm what fortune love may bring. Back to my arms again. The love of a former golden age. . I am disabled by fears.