Instead of moving. You stared into the wall. Tangled up in a pile. It's early. Make no sound. Living in a pile. It's chaos but it works. Planes flying overhead so early.
You move on again. See that time to flee again. You always make it alright. Is that the way it is?. Let's get along again. You know your move around the bend.
Oh, you know. You know what to say. Say "I love you". . Oh, I think you've go to know right away. "Maybe me too". . You. You are a nice, cool breeze in me.
The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy. Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma. But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog. Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa.
[Solo 1]. She stands at six feet tall,. with her back to the wall.. Her voice is soft as Sahara's sand. on the dryest land.. Put my faith in the swan on the water,.
We fell in love. Right by the ocean. Made all our plans. Down on the sand. . And from the tips of your fingers. Down to the soles of your feet. A glimmer in your skin.
Are you looking for something?. Are you searching for someone else?. You say I feel better at midnight. Because the moon is your only friend. And I want you bad,.
First I was a hatchling waiting for my little bones to form. Next I was a fledging leaping from the nest despite the fall. Oh they fall, how we fall. But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean.
I don't know where I. Am going to rest my head tonight. So I won't promise that I'll speak. To you today. But if I ever find. Another place, a better time.
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house. And pour it loose through your garden. So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour.
I had a dream. Where you were both. Queen and crisis. And yellow birds sang. And warned me. That you would be gone from me. . And I found my fear. And fear became.
May we not grow weary, may we not be sold. May I lean in to ya til they send me home. May we not grow weary, may we not be sold. May you lean in to me til they send me home.
When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill. Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle. And I still remember where I cracked my head. In the vacant lot, there's a row of tiny houses there now.
Dusk and dawn. Holds a symmetry. A split screen symmetry of my love. A love that glows. Off your collarbones. So you should start the choir that guides me home.
She always is standing on a ledge atop the landing. And we feign a smile because we've reached an understanding. . Not to think or dwell on anything. Anything of import.
And I hate the way you see me. Like a man who can't be fixed. Like a fool fooling all but you. Who he really is. . And I hate the way you hold me. Nervous as a cat.
Taking the bridge. Back to Manhattan. It's black on the river. The sun is still setting. . Bicycles flying. Down the incline to Brooklyn. They're in the homestretch.
I never saw your face. But I can tell you're there. And waiting at the Right Hand. . Satan laughs. But I can swear I hear all. The saints on their way down.
With the world to win behind us. Out here shunned for all to see. Dirty the tub with our bodies to remind us. Of our defeat at Calvary. . They'll say our whole life is a locust.
I've been stranded and paid to die on the side of the road. I've been shot just because my heart. I've lost the times I've been bought and sold. I've been the victim of golden eyes.