I used to fall in love with all those boys who maul the young cuties. But now I find I'm more inclined to keep my mind on my duties.. . While tearing off a game of golf.
Only for a second do they freeze. It's too easy to do it up here. Just a gentle push and you'd be over the edge. So they let you slip in and out of sight.
Finally found a fella. Almost completely divine. But his vocabulary. Is killin' this romance of mine. We get into an intimate situation. And then begins this Romeo's conversation.
On this momentous day curious seduction. The most striking thing. Changes color and its shape. Hissing words of no safety any more. . On this momentous day.
Aaah - aaah. . It was a clear blue night. Na na na na. Na na na na na na. We heard a voice. . Look up at the sky. And please count the stars for me. .
From standing to crouching, silently falling. Falling from nowhere to nowhere. Nothing between, nothing beyond. Nothing behind the stars. . And this is the last trick I'll do.
Robby make me a gown!. So that i can go back. So that that i can go. Into the garden. With cuddly tiger. . And do all things. And do all things. And do all things.
Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby. In the sunny South when I was a tot so high. And now that I have grown. And myself alone. . Cradle me where Southern skies.
Standing high above us all. At the edge of the diving board. . Smiling and waving. Before letting himself fall. The faintest splash. (As the water engulfed him).
I'm lying as far out towards the edge as possible. So far out that I'm almost tripping over. You lie behind me, your breath is heavy, you're sleeping.
Emerging. Through water. That's all we know. . On hands and knees. Towards the shore. That's all we know. . That's all we know. That's all. That's all we know.
There were these two people. Living together in a peculiar house. This house was so peculiar. Because it made such strange noises. . The couple decided that they had to move.
When the only sound on the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop. I open shop. When the moon so long has been gazing down.
Hums of conversation. Lip glows. One leg crossed. Driven back into this corner. . It is the same when I leave. As when I come. On a higher or lower frequency.
In between. Lost in noise. Somewhere. Somewhere. . In between. Got no choice. But to be here. Somewhere. Somewhere. If you can hear me. If you're still there.
Look down, look down that lonesome road. Before you travel on.. . Look down, look down that lonesome road. Before you travel on.. Look up, look up and greet your maker,.
I lay down beside him. He gives me kisses. Follow the tracks. From another dream. . I follow the tracks. And spin the context. I follow the tracks. And spin.
There was something. Written down. Somewhere.. I don't quite remember where.. But,. That's not so important. Now is it?. . There was something. Written down.
And it is so strange. With these eyes out into darkness. And it is so strange. All they want to do is sleep. . And it is so strange. They want to sleep through silence.
The street's reaching up to the open window. Too much information leaks in and shoots up my spine. Lifting my head off the pillow. And the dust rises when I set my feet on the floor.