How could they do this to us?. This boy, this boy. How could they make such a fuss?. Over this boy, this boy. . Not much to compare him to. This boy, this boy.
Porque estamos aquí. Hablando de nosotros dos. Quien esta junto a ti. Y quien fue quien me enamoro. . Porque estamos aquí. Buscándole alas al amor. Negados a vivir.
A heavy breathing I can hear. When midnight brings the smell of fear. A weeping soul is moving fast. It's waiting for the world collapse. . And I'm falling.
There's a little man who lives inside of your brain. He's always trying to mess you up. And cause you serious pain. He keeps your eyes wide open. In the middle of the night.
Three men in offices with air conditioning. Who think in triplicate and dream in $$$. They are the rule makers, they are the gameplayers. They think that they will be here 'til the end of time.
(Slavens). I don't belong to the Buffalo Club. but I sure would like to wake up in the morning. and find out it's all been a terrible dream. does anybody see it as a warning.
The big one is coming. The land is gonna split. Tsunami's gonna hit. The sky turn all black. And the water come rushing in. The big one is coming. The air is getting hot.
So frightened, so worried. So cold and it's raining. My naive illusions. Distraught by confusion. You're laughing, I'm crying. Outside it's still raining.
This time there's no happy ending. This time the whole thing's for real. This time you've got what you wanted. This time it's almost surreal. . And in my mind it seemed so clear.
I know sometimes I'm hard. I know sometimes I'm cruel. I know sometimes I'm slow. And often act the fool. And though I think the world of you. But I can't take it all my time.
I hear my father shouting at my mother. In the room next door. He's always threatening to pack his bags. 'Cause he can't take it anymore. And my brother's anorexic.
Things have changed since I was a girl. I used to be pretty in gingham (?) and pearls. Things have changed since I was a girl. And life was cool and one big social world.
So much tragedy etched on her face. Now she sits alone in an old rocking chair,. And nobody cares, in the room at the top of the stairs. . In her cupboard that's full of glass jars.
If I wanted to I'd write a book. But it would take some time. I'd spend my life writing poetry. Thinking of words that have to rhyme. I just haven't got the time.
Even when the sky is grey. The sun will have the final say. So take another look outside. . And when you think you've seen it all. And when you think you've lost it all.
In the past I always tried. But I never got amongst the glittering prizes. I put it down to confidence. Or something trendy like an emotional complex.
She's had lovers. She's had diamond rings. She's been driven in French sportscars. She's been everywhere there is to be seen. And they call her. The girl who had everything.
She says she's leaving on the first train. From Liverpool Street in the morning. She says they've had all their chances. Should have heeded her final warning.
Beautiful creatures we are in disgrace. Makes me want to bury my head in shame. The sea is in torment and all's not well. Soon we'll have no stories left to tell.
The girls all dressed like Kathy McGowan. Wearing make up by Mary Quant. The boys all dressed in velvet hipsters. Pointed shoes, high bouffants. . There's one boy who catches her eye.