My eyes burning in disguise so bright. Feeding my soul with pain. I am disgusting to this world. Lead me away from here. Disheartening believe broke my.
Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath. And I'm still standing here and you're miles away. And I'm wondering why you left. . And there's a storm that's ragin' through my frozen heart tonight.
I'm walking over the plains. Alone with my sorrow. I want to bury it where you lie. My imprisoned sun, caught in stone. . Now my friend the moon. Covers the earth with hies green coat.
You're leaving me. That's alright. People gotta go new places. And on your journey. You will see. New friends and new faces. But if you think. I will forget.
Would you like meet in Soho?. This is David, I don't know. Just talk of how New York has been. Well, yes, it's easy to imagine. I've healed a lot since then.
Every nearness is so far away. and loses itself in shapeless silence. - a prayer without wings. . And we drink the holy wine. and stain winter's serenades.
Well, I hear the singing of the wind,. the moon spreads her wings over this pale world,. memories are frozen in the fog of the sunset in which your burning kiss is lost,.
When you love somebody. And they dick you around, say. Well, doesn't that really suck?. When you love somebody. And they dick you around. Well, doesn't that really suck?.
I stand - at the shores of my life. With you - and we long for the sky. I take your breath - before you take (mine). . My heart away and before I ask you to stay.
A bright kite he's hangin' from. Jon rides a glider above the clouds. He stepped off Haleakala. Ten thousand feet above the ground. . High up over the mountain snow.
I was doing my laundry, baby. I thought I'd do my new jeans too. Yeah, I was doing my laundry. I threw my new blue jeans in too. . And when the spin and rinse was over.
from Home Again. ............................................... . by John Gorka. "Let Them In was made into song by John Gorka from a poem found in a hospital in the Philippines during World War II. The nurse that found the poem kept it all these years until the recent war brought out all the memorabilia. Luckily, her daughter sent a copy to John".
He went away. With his footsteps in wax. He is gone. . Ticking away. He took the time. At the end of the universe. With bread and wine. With bread and wine.
Words cannot explain how I feel when I look into your eyes. When I hold you in my arms and feel the warmth of you. Nothing seems to matter when you're at my side although you're far away.
DAVID WILCOX. BREAKFAST AT THE CIRCUS 1987. LET IT FLOW. . We got ice in the fridge. Cold drinks comin' up. Hurry on over. Bring some glasses or cups.
At your side I never died. My Eidolon, so hold me tight. With trust in you my hope shall live. And bring me through my endless dream. . Created of same blood and flesh.
from Underneath. ............................................... . I've got nothing to say. You've been leaving all day.. Now it's time that you go, and let me cry..
Sometimes when I look into my mind. There is a place I have to find. It's a world without no borders. There is no law, there are no orders. I gul away into the sky.
Now when the paint jar tipped off of the table. You watched as it started to fall. Glass popped, shattered and splattered and paint spray hit the wall.