All I do is sleep all day and think of you. A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to. The image of a mutual one, our haven. The sombre chords of our song, the fading.
Summerchild that sits by the water. Weaving sunlight threads in his hands. The golden river that day a shelter. A stream where he could make pebbles dance.
Little kids playin' in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the ground. I'm followin' my shadow so I cross the street. Car passin' stereo, I like the beat.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Riding on this know-how, never been here before. Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all. Is history recorded? Does someone have a tape?. Surely, I'm no pioneer, constellations stay the same.
Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone,. Judy left the same time.. Why was he holding her hand?. He's supposed to be mine. . It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.
I'd rather dance with you. than talk with you,. so why don't we just move into the other room.. There's space for us to shake,. and 'hey, I like this tune'..
You called me after midnight,. must have been three years since we last spoke.. I slowly tried to bring back,. the image of your face from the memories so old..
You called me after midnight,. must have been three years since we last spoke.. I slowly tried to bring back,. the image of your face from the memories so old..
You called me after midnight,. Must have been three years since we last spoke.. I slowly tried to bring back,. The image of your face from the memories so old..
I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy. But I can't stop listening to the sound. Of two soft voices blended in perfection. From the reels of this record that I found.
Without giving anything away. I can say it's by the sea. It's a house that used to be. The home of a friend of mine. . Without giving anything away. You'll find ships inside of bottles.
If it takes control of your body and soul. Embrace it. If it makes you cry or leave you wondering why. Don't turn around, face it. . But do turn cold.
We'll be rich in memories of all the places. We've captured without camera. We've seen the pyramids. We've seen the Louvre. We've seen Orion upside down.
Using the guardian as a shield. To cover my thighs against the rain. I do not mind about my hair. . Your jacket may be waterproof. But knowing the moment you get home.
If it comes back to me, I'll let you know. Or why don't you call back to see tomorrow. I hope, I can be the hand that you need. . It sounded like a really good solution at the time.
An English house. Could never be warm. When autumn has waned. And winter is born. . Single-glazed windows. Won't keep the draft. Away for long. . Watching birds.
Deilig er jorden. prektig er Guds himmel. skjønn er sjelenes pilgrimsgang!. Gjennom de fagre riker på jorden. går vi til paradis med sang.. Tider skal komme,.
Deilig er jorden. prektig er Guds himmel. skjønn er sjelenes pilgrimsgang!. Gjennom de fagre riker på jorden. går vi til paradis med sang.. Tider skal komme,.