I see that girl walking down the street. I see that girl coming up to me. I see that girl, now she's passing me by. I see that girl, coffee in her hand.
Don't touch this. Just look and feel your way through. Can't tough this tempest just yet. . The hopes and fears. In the sirens sounding. Beating hearts, tears.
I don't want to feel this way. But I know with every step I take or move I make. He's staring me right in the face, get out of my way!. I don't want to feel this way.
So long, farewell. Goodbye you crazy Southerner, goodbye. Don't cry, turn away. . Don't change, I'll write. And all the other stuff, we kinda mean. Don't cry, turn away.
I'm just a sloppy copy. That's all I'll ever be. I'm just a sloppy copy. Potter I want You to fill me. . The more I do let down. The more I cause to frown.
Let me try to understand and let it come 'round my way. Will You hold out Your hand? A little tremble, I feel faint. A little misty, a little hazy. I know without You I'd go crazy.
Walking on the seaside. With a sunset over blue. Hand in hand with you. . Listen to the waves break. On a blanket spread for two. Hand in hand with you.
These four walls and late nights brooding. Never changing, never moving. It seems, it seems momentum's at a crawl. . The ants are in the kitchen. The mice are in the walls.
Rudy was my friend. But he had an end. Oh yes, I did send him into an eternal sleep. I'm so sorry, boy. No longer my toy. Oh my pride and joy. You no longer go beep.
There's something about ravioli that gets my goat (in a good way). I really, really love to eat it. There's something about ravioli that floats my boat.
Tonight I went to a punk rock show. The band was really good and the lights were all low. I saw one on my left, I saw one on my right. Those punk rock chicks really made my night.
Boxed up in plastic and falling apart on the inside. Apathy, am I feeling fake today?. Today I don't know where the time flew by. I need to spend some precious time with You, Lord Christ.
So this is who I become when You leave me to myself. A burned up, hollow, angry, empty shell. An actor on a barren stage and even keel with unchanneled rage.
Fall down on my face, I trip toward my retreat. Seeking Your embrace. Blindly I find that I need only You. More, more, more for me, me, me. Bought into their mentality.
Andy's gonna be a marine. He'll eat mashed potatoes and a can of cold baked beans. He'll be out there digging a latrine. 'cause Andy's gonna be a marine.
Well, I see you starin'. From the front row, girl. With a challenge in your eye. Darin' me to knock you out of your seat. . And can't believe that a guy like me.
Epicurean theme to a never-ending sequence. Burns me out, dries me up. Up and out and through. My plans disappoint, drain my cup. Blind man sat in his room and he cried.
Don't put all Your hopes in this flesh. This flesh, this mess I am. Empty promises, my steady diet. Won't be quiet till I. . Spread, so thin devotion.
Get me out of this misery. I fall down to You on my knees. Get me out of this misery I pray You, God. . Ow, Lord! Why do You stretch me?. No no no no.