At the reservoir, following. A narrow path of light. What keeps us coming back for more. Is always out of sight. . And raindrops fall on broken glass.
No, you are not gotten here. We've been shut down for some years. You waited 'til the warmth of spring. To be let in. . Oh, there's re on your tongue.
Tell the winter hunter. I knew, i knew. Nothing of you then. And when the snow had melted. I was, i was beneath you. . Still, there is no place. Still, there is no place.
My heart knows. It needs protection. While it grows. . Somebody show me. A place i can go where love's around. A trip to the ocean. I just need to get far from town.
What did i have. Oh, what did i have?. Search for the diamond. Shine through the door. What ever i did, lord. I would do again. Oh, what did i have then?.
Tell my boy. I've been thinking about him tonight. A december's day, gone astray. Well, he took the fall. 'Cause some things in life. Are still worth a good brawl.
Station grey. Are you still waiting. For the children. To tumble away?. . Walk us through. Fields undivided. Feel the weightless. Return back to you. .
Some came here before us. And others still arrive. Some stand behind. The unmarked signs. Recognized from time to time. And everything is up for grabs.
Pretty thing, I've got you. Right where I used to be. We ride across this city. Starting fires recklessly. . And everything is closing. But tonight, we'll stay awhile.
On a distant hill. I get my body to lay still. Without my home. This work i must do all alone. Between them trees. Is all the world's fuckery. I begged for light.
He said, "I think you know my name". He said, "I think you know what I came here for". . "And if you don't really like it. You can walk out that door.
You picked me up, dried me off. You were hopelessly devoted to my darkest hour. I knew I broke every rule. Just so I'd be close to you. . And I was just your passenger.
Love me someday, I'll be here. As long as the night, the moon so bright. Well love me someday, I will be here. . The snow on the road, the parkway's closed.
This is where my ship has run aground. Stuck in the mud on the Puget sound. I came from the great lakes and I watched them turn dry. The sky turned black and I cried.
I wanted you to stay. On that sun drenched holiday. Two visions on a fly. Only you and I. . Those replicas remind. Held out in daydream time. And that saddleless drive.
When the prisoner died. Lord, we knew we had failed. The black ladies sang. And the neighborhood children wailed. . Now the siren singers. Are about to come out.
Fill your pockets full of river stones. For us, deep beneath the soul. On your stockings a songbird sang. Alone, all alone. . Oh, these things that hold onto me.
It's hard not to believe. The tender heart. Will fool you so. Overflowing matter. I am naked, out of reach. Silent and complete. . But it hangs, constantly.
Could you grow a new heart. And could you run the distance. In the time that it takes. Before it all fell apart?. . We fell through the cracks. Stole the sheets and burned the maps.
Eisenhower moon. . Is this a good place to be. If it feels the same, how will we know. If it's breaking down. If it's breaking down ?. . And will I still find you there ?.