Are you feelin a little desperate?. Get on your knees and confess it. Honey please, dont second guess it. Youre desperate for love. . Is this just a little fling.
Hes got the hands of a blind piano player. Hes got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer. He takes a little bow and tips his fedora. Shouts like hes gonna save Sodom and Gomorrah.
Darlin', darlin'. Darlin', darlin'. . So it's been a long year. Every new day brings one more tear. Till there's nothing left to cry. . My, my, how time flies.
Are you my daddy?. Are you?. I don't want to cut you up. Drink you from a paper cup. I don't want to spit you out. Or kick you in the shin. I don't want to knock you down.
Maybe you can tell my why i'm prone to wander. i'm like a gypsy to the bone. every time i hear the rain amid the thunder. i want to run outside and shed my clothes.
You are a gardener. You cultivate my soul. You water thirsty vines. That snake along my spine. In case I forget to shiver. You are a carpenter. You build the scaffolding.
Don't be bothered, no.). Don't be bothered by the fears. I'll try to bottle them like my mothers perfume. She wore it only on Sunday. Kept it safe in her room in a chest with a key.
Cast me away. From yesterday's things. In deed and in my memory. Sweeten the taste. Of the past, of the past. And borrow just a little more time. For me.
One, two, three, four. . Changes come,. Turn my world around. Changed come,. Turn my world around. . I have my father's hand. I have my mother's tongue.
I was born to laugh. I learned to laugh though my tears. I was born to love. I'm gonna learn to love without fear. . Pour me a glass of wine. Talk deep into the night.
Fall on me. Fall on me. Birds of a feather in a featherless cap. Poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat. Moist hands fold to pray for a painless truth.
Just a little while longer. Before we know. We'll be eating blood oranges. In the snow. . The border crossing. Was moving slow. With all this weather.
I cry just a little bit, just a little bit, everyday. Get by just a little bit, just a little bit that way. I know, I know, I should have known. . Bluer, than the blue devils.
Oh little town of Bethlehem. Have you been forsaken. In your dark and dreamless sleep. Your heart is breaking. And in your wounded sky. The silent stars go by.
This night is so big. This night has stars falling. Into my hands. And if I listen real close. . I can hear some distant train. Crossing, crossing. (It makes me wonder).
Another Christmas is drifting in softly. Like the ghost of my innocence lost. And the tree in the corner burns brightly. I turned all the other lights off.
I follow you from town to town. I need it. I'm better off when you're around. I mean it. . Sooner or later. Things will all come around again. Sooner or later.
Slow down. Hold still.. It's not as if it's a matter of will.. Someone's circling. Someone's moving. a little lower than the angels.. And it's got nothing to do with me..
Strings of lights above the bed. Curtains drawn and a glass of red. All I ever get for Christmas is blue. . Saxophone on the radio. Recorded forty years ago.
He woke. He knew that he was dying. He spoke. And found that he was flying. Upstairs. High above the city. Through the ceiling of the stars. So cruel and pretty.