I held you oh-so-closely right when we kept. The memories of the olden days when we made a pact. We said no one would ever take us and tear us down the seems and they were wrong.
I've left a million times to say I'm better off alone. But I've found a million times your love has always felt like home. I can't say I'm better off alone.
She said I'd never ever seen his face. But I swear I've seen him from this old place. Did you ever think this place was me?. I mean, I thought we talked about it all before.
Lay down your tools and play the game. Of an ordinary fairy tale at least in there you cannot fail. Get back to basics and play the child's way. At least in there you cannot get hurt.
Chi l'avrebbe detto che anche alla mia età ci fosse un po' da ridere. Non l'avrei mai detto che a metà di un libro si potesse chiudere. Oggi cosa resta se l'amore non si fa più sulle nuvole?.
This cannot be real. Lookin' out into the cold. This window holds a view. Of you and I and growing old. . I would call you now. If I had strength on telephones.
I think it's fair. To say that I knew you best. Way back when. . The place you live. The things you'll do. The choice you have. That I could never understand.
Everytime I see your smile. it makes my heart beat fast. And though it's much too soon to tell. I'm hoping this will last. . 'Cause I just always wanna have you.
I never made time. You never made much sense. We never stood a chance. If we're honest. . You were not the first. And I won't be the last. But if it makes it better.
The lighthouse is open the storm's been exposed to the sea. I called the cab ride over to rescue me. The lines at the station cast shadows like a Michigan stream.
I know change is a bad thing. Breaks me down into a sorry sad thing. Not some iridescent grateful butterfly. . I'll resist with defiance. Not the valor of a mystic silence.
Well, you have been kind and I know it seems hopeless. You smooth the ground, tear the knots all apart. You're helping me move from the inside to the outside.
The first part of every day for me is good. I've got the bus stop in my neighborhood. And every thing's on purpose, everywhere they go. Hiding in my car and running in the snow.
I've never had a way with women. But the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could. And I've never found a way to say I love you. But if the chance came by, oh I, I would.
Love took a long time, it followed me here. And it landed on light feet, and it whispered in my ear. Love spoke of my past as a valuable test. And smiled, and said she who loves last loves best.
I never thought you were the letter writing type. So now I see the words you chose the way you write. So I started to write back about the trees in the snow.
I tried again, I went last night. Another date was just not right. And as I drove myself back home. A little voice said just be alone. . But sometimes I think I see you in a crowd.
I wonder if Yoko Ono. Ever thought of staying solo. If she thought of other men and. If she doubted John Lennon. Worrying that he'd distract her art. .
We shook the last drops from Glen Garioch's finest hour.. We sipped it like the blood of Burns.. Through the mountain thyme,. Belting Auld Lang Syne..
I asked the habitual party goer,. Just how high she thought she'd get?. And I asked the Ethereal Girls,. (Ethereal Girls). If they were floating yet?.