Walk into the room with that curious grin. Aint nobody need to know it, the actual shape Im in. But oh, who am I kiddin but me. . Call you on a phone, I got nothin to say.
Is it because I cannot see you. That you feel so free to steal. My excess baggage. Full of darkness and despair. While I fumble with my locks. You're content to stand and knock.
I'm thinking of a word that has been. Knocked up and overused. You could say it's lost all meaning. From so much abuse. . But when you say love, oh. But when you say love, oh.
Bring me a white horse for Christmas. We'll ride him through the town. Out into the snowy woods. Where we will both lie down. . Underneath white birches.
You were the hand that I tried to take. You're the decision that I could not make. You're the religion that I should forsake. . You were the story I tried to tell.
It makes a difference. When you walk through a room. With that worrisome smile. Road weary perfume. . But this isn't the place. And it isn't the time.
It's a first impression. Silence is deceiving. But just around the corner. I can hear. . I can hear you breathe. It's a calm confession. A curious obsession.
You take your own sweet time, order us a glass of wine. And wink at all the rich folks in the room. We're gonna pull through, we're gonna pull through.
The saddest songs are the happiest. The hardest truths are the easiest. Put yourself to the test and tell me if you still need me. And I will swallow these words and see if I can still believe.
Meet me in the morning. At the bus stop. We'll ride into the town. Down to the square. . To see the angel. See the angel in the fountain. Meet me in the morning.
The trumpet child will blow his horn. Will blast the sky till its reborn. With Gabriels power and Satchmos grace. He will surprise the human race. . The trumpet he will use to blow.
If you came to make some trouble. Better make it good. Your sexy cocktail hour stubble. Is doing what it should. . Looks may be sweet and subtle. I think its trouble, honey, I think its good.
Whatcha doing with a suitcase?. Trying to hit the ground with both feet running. Aren't you tripping on your shoelace?. . Stealing away on a sunny day.
And if you call my name. Make it clear. And if you call my name. Make it plain. . And if you call my name. Make it evident. I wouldn't miss it. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
It's not the spark that caused the fire. It was the air you breathed that fanned the flame. What you think you'll solve with violence. . Will only spread like a disease.
Once upon a winter. It seems so long ago. My one and only love and I. Fell down upon the snow. . And as the dusk was falling. From our gray and goose down sky.
When you come home and all the world's asleep. I'll close my eyes and breathe with sweet relief. This world has had you long enough for now. And when I get you home I'll show you how.
You say he feels it. His face reveals it. My sweet trepidation. An eagerness of my own. A shiver slips through my bones. Can you see cobblestone roads.
Sleep baby Jane. Sleep baby Jane. . Suicide suicide. Katie's talking suicide. Homicide homicide. Mama killed my man. . Turpentine turpentine. Potion for my valentine.
What she would like to do, is get you out of her head. She's tried every trick, she's so sick of thinking about it. What's so special about you, you're an ache she's learned to crave.