Make her a flower in late December. When the sun is not shining on her. Write her a love song and play it all day long. To remind her of all that she is worth.
Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads. Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over. Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank.
Apologies never sounded insincere than when calling up a mother. Her bloody child on the battle field of war. While the pretty politicians lay their babies down to sleep.
The subtle shift inside, a battle's won, the inside killed the outside. and Im sorry, if I let you think, better of me. but you were holding on too tight.
80 miles from Bristol. I was hoping youd call. How could I resist the chance. To take such a fall?. . I was blinded. I was blinded again. You were high.
Taking myself back to the time. When we were in your room you looked straight through. The life that I've led, things that I've said. Made you tired. .