THOUGHTS. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . Meeting you. Holding hands. Making love. No demands. Playing games. Lying too. Growing bored (ho-hum). And leaving you.
THINK OF RAIN. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . If you should think of leaving me. Think of rain. And think of yesterday again. . Think of rain. Think of holding hands and running for cover.
THE HUM. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . The heat is down and the lights are low. The East is buried in an icy snow. The West is following crisis rules.
THE 8:17 NORTHBOUND SUCCESS MERRY-GO-ROUND. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . I knew the man well. We used to be good friends a long time ago. He had a heart and a mind.
Think'n about u, baby. It slowly drives me crazy. Think'n about all the lovin'. All those memories I've been blessed with. . Think'n about u, baby. It slowly drives me crazy.
In the sky the birds are pullin' rain. In your life a curse has got a name. Makes you lay awake all through the night. That's why. . She's intoxicated by herself.
There are very many things. I would like to say to you. But I've lost my way. And I've lost my words. . There are very many places. I would like to go but I.
I didn't know you were there until you said, "Hello". You had been watching me, for I don't know how long. I hit my head against the lamp, as by surprise I stood up.
And I sat down. And said, "I don't want to suffer". But she told me. She had nothing to offer, no more. . I sat down. And said "I don't want to suffer".
I never thought that I could miss. The touch of your hand or just one kiss. I never meant to say,"It's over". . I was a fool to hurt you so. I had it all and didn't know.
Oh, they don't understand. . They say we're just playing games. That it isn't real, but it's what we feel. And they say it doesn't make sense. That we're just wasting time, and they wonder why.
You may not know how. To make words rhyme. Carry a tune or a clap on time now. You may have no knowledge of musical things. But deep down inside of me.
workers in their worn-out coats. the girls from Ghent. so quiet and content. this is what we came here for:. a friendly word and a cigarette. . cos' it's true what they say.
I am here 'cos you're here to be loved. I can hear that you fear to be loved. as a boy it's a joy to be loved. it's unreal yet you can't get enough. pretty boring stuff.