Where are our lives?. If there is no dream. Where is our home?. . We don't know how. There will be a way. Out of the storm. We will find home. . And her soul.
It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me.. It's so deep I don't think that I can speak about it.. It could take me all of my life,. But it would only take a moment to.
Where have all good men gone, and where are all the gods?. Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?. Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?.
B-side of Sat In Your Lap single. Written by Donovan Leitch. . I fell in love with a swan.. My eyes were filled with feathers,. He filled me with song,.
With my ego in my gut,. My babbling mouth would wash it up.. (But now I've started learning how,). I keep it shut.. . My door was never locked,. Until one day a trigger come cocking..
Lake Tahoe.. Cold mountain water. Don't ever swim there.. Just stand on the edge and look in there.. And you might see a woman down there.. They say some days, up she comes, up she rises, as if out of nowhere..
(Come up and be a kite). . Beelzebub is aching in my belly-o.. My feet are heavy and I'm rooted in my wellios. And I want to get away and go. . (I wanna be).
You came out of the night. Wearing a mask in white color. My eyes were shining on the wine and your aura. All in order, we move into the boudoir. But too soon the morning has resumed.
YOWWW! Ha!. We look to the left and to the right. We need help but nobody's in sight. Where is the man that we all need. Well tell him he's to come and rescue me.
Could you see the aisles of women?. Could you see them screaming and weeping?. Could you see the storm rising?. Could you see the guy who was driving?.
Kashka from Baghdad. Lives in sin, they say. With another man. But no one knows who. . Old friends never call there. Some wonder if life's. Inside at all.
All the banners stop waving. And the flags stop flying. And the silence comes over. Thousands of soldiers. Thousands of soldiers. . Who is that girl? Do I know her face?.
Hello, old lady.. I know your face well.. I know it well.. . She says,. "Ooh-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na!. I'll be sitting in your mirror.. Now is the place where the crossroads meet..
James, come on home. You? ve been gone too long, baby. We can? t let our hero. Die alone. . We miss you day and night. You left town to live by the rifle.
In the warm room. Her perfume reaches you. Eventually, you'll fall for her. Down you'll go. To where the mellow wallows. . In the warm room. She'll touch you with your mamma's hand.
It's been such a long week. So much crying. I no longer see a future. I've been told when I get older. That I'll understand it all. But I'm not sure if I want to.
Somewhere a door is opening. Somewhere a door is closing. Somewhere somebody dies. Somewhere a newborn baby cries. . Maybe the love has gone. But there's still a heart that's beating.
I found a book on how to be invisible. Take a pinch of keyhole. And fold yourself up. You cut along a dotted line. You think inside out. And you're invisible.
"It's in the trees!. It's coming!". . When I was a child:. Running in the night,. Afraid of what might be. . Hiding in the dark,. Hiding in the street,.
You know that I'll be waiting. To hear your footsteps saying. That you'll be coming home for Christmas.. . Please say you won't forget me. That every moment's emtpy.