Bottom line, had enough. Im fed up working overtime. So frustrating. Its getting late. Seconds closer til I make my sweet escape. My heart is aching. .
The outline of the city, the sheerness of its height. I thought that I was kidding when I said, I love this sight. I love this skyline, towers rising from the trees.
I think Im losing my sympathy. I need a friend, a shoulder to lean on again. I felt the pain almost instantly. I can barely breathe. Its choking the life out of me.
I was dreaming in the steam room. Everything was so clear for a minute. And I thought, and the dripping tiles and. And I said, I'll confess everything".
Gimme, gimme, gimme. Gimme, gimme, gimme. . You call that hard?. You call this cold?. That's nothing. . Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Or say you're in a room. And there's a beautiful fire. And you're looking out the window. (At the snow and the winter streets below). But your eyes keep returning to the fire.
Swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home. . I looked over Jordan and what did I see?.
And when he came I fell into his deepest eyes. And begged the difference between love and open. . Come one give your love to me. The first time I leaned over you and looked into your eyes.
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo. As I walked out in Laredo one day. I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen. Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay.
Flashes of warmth. Golden summers. Sparkling winters. . Walking with daddy on Sundays. Hand in hand, heart in heart. Hand in hand, heart in heart. . Lift me up on the pony again.
Something about trains. Something about love. Something about this old Earth. And the way it looks from up above. . Something about satellites. Something about down below.
On the sixth day. When the word came. We began our journey. We would not break the promise. . Lonely, hasten to the shoreline. Just in time to see them sail away.
Silent night! Holy night!. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace.
I look into the well. In the light of the morning sun. Perhaps within the jug I draw. I'll find the bliss of yesterday. . Oh fill my jug up for me. Oh fill it up for me.
She's like the swallow that flies so high. She's like the river that never runs dry. She's like the sunshine on the lee shore. I love my love and love is no more.
seven steps to the wall. and turn around. seven steps to the window. turn around. three steps to the table - step around. move the chair 'til it is square.
A child was lost at sea today. Afloat on an ice floe. They floated away. A white cloud. A carpet. A white sleigh. . See the child. That chases the dog.
Love is trembling, trembling like the little bird we hold within our hands. Love is bending, bending towards the worried brow here. Let me wipe away your tears.
Red high heels is the way I feels. Got the sways and reels going home. Red high heels and the church bells peal. Cross the snowy fields going home. . I walk down these aisles nobody's here just me.
Neighbor, what has you so excited? Do tell me please. Haven't you heard a child is born that all want to see?. Son of a pure and modest virgin, Mary's her name.