A dime in my pocket's a diamond in my hand. choose your religion, can't change an honest man. because I found jesus with the slight in his hand. building things lately that are meant to rust.
Play, Twenty-seven ways. To get outta town today. Fool around, how may. Got my shoulders straight anyway. . You make that hopeless feeling okay. I feel the weight of the world unchain.
I just wanna love somebody outside the coldness of my own hard truths. Why can't he breathe without it bein' a warnin'. Why can't I break without it breakin' me... and you.
I still wear the bracelet,. The one you made and gave to me,. When you were inspired by us,. I still wear it to remember that time, when you were inspired by me..
Want to be happy,. Want to stop just existing,. Want to find that air worth breathing,. Just want to find that something,. That makes life worth living..
My hands just can't seem to work,. I can't block the sun,. There's always that lift away that sifts its way through the cracks,. I can't pick anything up,.
Who am I addressing now?. It seems as though I'm only ever talking to myself. . The mirrors there, but I don't see my face anywhere.. No matter how straight I stare.
Didn't I tell you in the beginning?. That with you, I could make our life's worth living?. I told you, no I warned you of how much I cared,. That my love was a curse, seldom shared..
Trying to find a substance,. trying to find a meaning,. but everything is empty. . Sometimes I wonder,. Why I even try,. Because everything I do,. Just won't come out right,.
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?.
The last thing I heard was you're coming back. And Didaly's love scene was going black. The city of love was pulling you in. 200 miles between me, you and him.
What will stay?. When everything is going, what remains?. When everything is leaving, when all has slipped away. What will stay?. . What will change?.
All of the words keep coming. For me to settle down. But I think I heard us falling. Before we hit the ground. So much for my dark takes. Of how we got this far.
This was the first year. Of our years together. Your mother got sick. And your sister got married. . And this was the first year. Of our songs together.
I believe when we were younger. We thought that we deserved the sun. I met you when you were 18, I was pushing 21. The sentiment, the twists and turns begun.
Open your life. Can you feel me rushing in. And unshielded your mind. I can tell what you are thinking. . And all you hold inside. Was just as much mine.
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. .
We'll get in my car around 10:30 that night. For the New York city skyline, destination of our sights. It's the biggest healing session that I've had for some years.
And the furniture was painted. From natural wood to olive green this year. And the bedroom was done over. To keep up with the fashion of the time. . And through the doorway there's a couch where.
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.