God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more.. You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,. Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor,. Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt..
God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more.. You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,. Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor,. Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt..
Oh it's payday, yes it's payday. I got my pay cheque from the man. There's not so many jobs that I can get these days. With these marks all over my hands.
I came down from Newcastle town. To the part of the south coast that I love the most. I was stretched out tight after a couple of nights. Going crazy in Glasgow.
I remember the day - the day when I had to take you to the airport. And put you on a plane, and so you left me.. Left me alone on an empty tube train, deep under the ground,.
Sunday nights are slow surrender. It never lasts and we'll never learn. We can still make this one to remember. It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
The first girl that I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter. She smouldered with a will to save the world. I did my best to help her, yeah I stood shoulder to shoulder.
Once an honest man could go from sunrise to its set. Without encountering agents of his state or government. But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across the land.
Why didn't you call?. My phone's always on. Why didn't you call?. Before you got gone. And I don't know for certain what I would have said. But now I am helplessly silent instead.
Eva Mae,. I remember the date you were born. It was the summer. Your mum and dad called me up to say how proud. They were. Voices wringing with the love of a new born child.
Lord save me from those with my best interest at heart. Lord save me from sleeves emblazoned with hearts. From fools who place horses in front of their carts.
Each morning I wake up I die a little. Can barely stand on my feet. Take a look in the mirror and cry. Say Lord I understand what you're doing to me. See I've spent all my years in believing you.
On the twenty-eighth of january. Nineteen eighty-six. Christa McAuliffe gazed in horror as the O-rings failed. And she died, and she died, and she died.
I have to admit that I am one of the many. Who thought that a guitar would win him a lady.. My teenage years, they were a feminine drought,. And I thought that a serenade would help out..
You and I could have a rock n' roll romance,. we could fuck in our clothes,. we could sleep in our pants,. I will crash at yours and you will crash at mine.
Last night the kids sent London alight,. started out in Tottenham and the flames spread through the night,. but they didn't burn the banks down, and they didnt fight the cops,.
Our history runs down our rivers. Down our rivers to the sea. Reminds us of the things that matter. Home and heart and history. And all our sins will be forgiven.
Richard Divine made up his mind. To take the last few steps to bathroom door. From his bedroom floor and to lock himself in. . Steady young hands, meticulous plans.
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station. When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question. Oh is love really real and do any of hope for redemption.
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station. When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question. Oh is love really real and do any of hope for redemption?.