There's a box under his bed. that he never opens up. but tonight he pulls it out. cause he's come to look for. evidence of what he fears:. senseless tears.
Saturday sweet. Or was it Sunday Blue?. We scattered seeds. And the day grew. Throwing caution to the wind. And danger dances on the land's end. . Tripping over air.
In fact. You're sorry that. You ever had to go. But you won't go back. You know and. It's sad. It's all you had. You never had to give it away. . Countdown.
You. Your life's an endless mission. Blind to the consequences. While earthly poisons. Drain the lifeblood out of you. . You're living like a candle. And if it burns too quickly.
Mr. Wallace Wood. So life's not very good?. But it's real. So please just let me know. If you're ready to go. If it's real. . Hello kid Cobain. I can feel the pain.
Seventeen. Claiming absolution. To perceptions of the world. You believe. The evidence is clear. The truths you hold so dear. You'll always be the same.
These are the true tales. Glamour kisses. Junk mail. Meltdown glossies. A behind the scenes yard sale. And it's no secret anymore. There's a renegade planet to explore.
When all the love. Has turned to hate. How can we relate. When all the things we say. Are heard another way?. . When all the trust. Has turned to doubt.
Penelope, I guarantee. You've never seen a thing like this. Gravity has taken leave from my bedroom. You must come. You must come and see me. I'm bouncing high above my bed.
Miserlou mou i glikia sou i matia. floga mou exei anapsei mes stin kardia. ahh yiahampimpi ahh yialeleliii aahhh. ta dio soy hili stazoune meli oimee.
It's that way with me sometimes. When I catch a fever, tripping starry-eyed over a face. In a lonely dim caf?br> I can stare for hours (only minutes relatively).
And so goodbye. Sweet words do ring. Another day. Our hopes will bring. . To jaded hearts. And Sundays blue. When love arrives. It changes you. . Sometimes it's tangible.
Candles dance. Her softened cue. She returns. Then goes away. Brings you her magic. And brings you her key. Leaves you to wonder. Her mystery. Yet she contends.
Standing outside. Looking inside. Through the wall. I stumbled sagely. I predicted my own fall. She pretends. That she can't hear me. When I call. I'm feeling low and....
Can you still taste. that last goodbye?. Like blood and old perfume. It haunts you. It won't go away. . And while it lingers. On your tongue. You let the faucet run.
(Carr). . I sailed out to sea with Figi Fandango. She looked so good to me with her hair up in tangles.. Figi never lived a life of royalty she had other dreams.
Od yeht. Litnu. Pots t'now I tub. Tuo nur tsuj srebmun eht lit'. Hgih os tnuoc ylno nac I. Won reh ot dneirf doog a eb. Reh rof tiaw I tsum gnol woh. Esaelp em llet.
My fate is now complete. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. she's crying in her sleep;. in her dreams she hears the sound of marching feet.. I'm laying in my bed.
Have you never noticed. That we're dancing, dancing,. Dancing on the sun?. That's why we're moving so fast. It gets rather warm. Seasons come and go. But we keep dancing.
You don't know me. You don't care. Mary, my hope. My own sweet sister knows me. You don't owe me. But you should share. Just before dawn. The spotlight's on the lawn.