Passing all the pictures on the wall. Counting all the stairs I know them all. Knowing there is nothing left to say. I take her by the hand and lead the way.
I started to write you a letter the other day. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say. And at the last minute I threw it away. 'Cause I didn't think you'd read it anyway.
I started to write you a letter the other day. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say. And at the last minute I threw it away. 'Cause I didn't think you'd read it anyway.
When we started it was years ago. We tried so hard to find our souls. And lose the innocence that won't let go. So we crossed the line and can't turn back.
Way over yonder is a place that I know. Where I can find shelter from the hunger and cold. And as we tasted good life is easily found. Way over yonder that's where I'm found, that's where I'm found.
Amy woulda died for me. She would've had my baby. If I needed a favor. It was yes, she never said maybe. . And all the time that we walked barefoot in the sand.
No one has all the answers. For the question on your mind. You just want to know the reasons. The reasons why. . No one said it would be easy. Because no rose garden is in this life.
I know you've heard the excuses before. So I won't waste your time and I'll keep this short. I've bound my emotions 'cause I can't afford to be wrong.
See the outline of the frames. Of where the pictures used to be. Closets full of clothes are empty. Now this mess belongs to me. . Leaving me room for all the baggage.
It's broken again, it's broken again. always the same as no one gains. when everything is perfect. it's all manufactured with a defect. . And since they can live on us we live through them.
I don't know what I was thinking when I seen her. I just had to find a way I could meet her. 'Cause I've been dying for the chance just to treat her. Like the ripe little peach she is.
I don't know what I was thinking when I've seen her. I just had to find a way I could meet her. 'Cause I've been dying for the chance just to treat her.
Said to myself, "I'm the man I got a pocket full of money". Cert's in my mouth in case my breath gets kinda funky. I saw this hottie staring right at me she kinda looks like.
Was conceived outta nuthin'. Always be what I've been. If I focus the real world. One day I might tune it in. Do I have to shout, do I have to wave a gun.
I knew that this moment would come in time. That I'd have to let go and watch you fly. I know you're coming back so why am I dying inside. Are you searching for words that you can't find?.
She lies in bed, out of her head, suckin' a cigarette. Closin' her eyes she really tries to make believe she's dead. But she's not, she's not. . In the next tomb, her old man's room, it's another night.
She makes me want to scream. She makes me want to shout her name. She makes me want to cry. Cause I know she feels the same for me. It's plain to see.
I remember Sunday nights at kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.