My man. Dissolved in my hand. Just like an avalanche. He's gone. . Our plans. There's no plans. White mountaintop. I climb down. . My man. Dissolved in my hand.
Under the carport that has no spring. Cement floors where the creatures ring. And your mother she never calls. Says you're the cause of all her pain. But all these things don't carry camelot.
Mend the sea on this floating tin can. On the branch i bend. This swollen page is a yawning friend. Through the straw i stem. Reframe and cut this, ailing theme.
There's no cure so why should i care. You have fled into this blackness. In this sling i must contain. . You use your force. To comfort my trembling hands.
You come out swinging again. Up on a wind and down on a friend. It's a fine day. . It gets so cold in here. You burn up in the atmosphere. For a fine day, a fine, fine day.
Something's crawling on my back. And digging holes in my head. Something's climbing through the crack. And hiding under the bed. . All you can do without.
All that's real. You're pushing it slowly back under the wheel. We can stay. Two feet apart and a whole world away. You're keeping score. Standing on mountains and hoping for more.
Look at the children. And see those hopeful eyes. Look at your brother. A friend for all your life. . All these people here around me. I'm lovin' more and more.
When I run into the heat I'm longin' for the cold. When I walk on crowded streets I'd rather be alone. Yes, I know I shouldn't think about the things I had.
I've been on the run. Always on the move. Travelled all around the globe. With nothing left to lose. . I've been high and low. Floating with the tide.
Just like a little boy. Who wants to smash his toys. I pushed it all to the limit. I felt like paralyzed. . Could not. Receive your signs. Just had no feeling.
Every night she's out there. Behind the traffic light. Looking like an angel. I wanna be her knight. . And I feel the passion - Like only lovers do. "Could it be that I'm blind" I ask myself.
1, 2, a, 1, 2, 3, 4. Hey girl, whatcha doin'. There's something in the kitchen that shouldn't be brewin'. Oh, hey, step away. We should save our love for another day, but.
Lonely Silver Dove. . Sweet Apache Maid. . Lonely Silver Dove. . Sweet Apache Maid. . Alone all alone by the campfire. . She dreamed of her love, her delight.
Remember I painted pictures of you. And I never found my way out. I spent a lifetime of dreams in the fields of your eyes. Lay me down when the rain covers you.
I'm packing up my memories gonna send them all away. Forgotten is a troubled time a cluttered mind - what will be will be. To whom this past belongs to now stuck with it I'm afraid.
Jesus Christ, our Savior who is the propitiation. The satisfaction if you would, for our sins. And not just for our sins but for the sins of the whole world.