She moved through the fair with a smile in her eyes. So pure and graceful and free. And caught the attention of one who was there. A Candlestick-maker, he.
They stood on the bridge together. And watched the river flow. And to pledge themselves forever. A place where lovers go. To fix a lock upon the bridge.
There was a time that fire was burning bright,. And everthing was shining in the light,. But when the heart is cold, together we're alone,. Thinking of reasons to stay away;.
"i wake up in the morning and I see another new day. Rain or shine, well I don't mind, I'll never be alone.. I've got my friends and in the end, as long as we're together,.
In the Ballroom of Romance, there's a rock band playing,. People swaying to the beat, swaying in the heat,. In the corner over there by the door is a local casanova,.
Oh how, at the journey's end, I lie in the heat of the night. Feeling the heartache, wondering why, I want a friend. I want a friend to lay down beside me.
Talk to me, I need a little advice. I've got you on my mind. Words of passion coming out of the night. You make me feel alive. . I'm not one in a million, I'm a million in one.
Every now and then I hear a song I used to know,. Playing late at night on radio,. And I remember when the schooldays finally had to end,. We were neatly wrapped and sent off in a row;.
The village of Moonfleet lies half a mile from the sea,. in the centre of Moonfleet bay,. a death trap for sailors caught in a south-westerly gale.. .
To everything, turn, turn, turn,. There is a season, turn, turn, turn,. And a time to every purpose under heaven;. A time to be born, a time to die,. A time to plant, a time to reap,.
The Soldier. . They used to see him everyday,. Walking down the beach,. An old man with his memories,. No friends or family.. They say he'd been a solider.
"Time is on my side,. We'll be home before the morning,. With this evening's tide,. We will sail in with the dawn;". So said the weary Captain,. To his loyal men,.
THE LAND OF THE FREE. . If you go down to the water,. And look out to sea,. There will see a ship sailing,. Away on the breeze;. She is heading for America,.
I don't want to remember. What happened way back when. And I dont really care about. What's said on CNN. . They fill our heads. With all this bad news.
Maybe it's Karma. Maybe it's God who speaks. Changing my weather. And making me weep. I've conquered addictions. I do not lie. Leaving me wide open. I guess to be surprised.
I get up and I put my thoughts together. Call my friends let the good times last forever. I hear talk 'bout a non-stop flight to heaven. Can't you just say you're addicted to medicine.
I guess we're doing "Too Drunk to Fuck," right?. . I hit the bottle in the morning in the summertime. I quit my job cause it gets in the way. I find a party by the ocean, buy the cheapest wine.
The minute I'm at the back door. That's the minute there's complication. The second I'm in the action. Another bona fide bad creation. . When it goes down they come around.
BuckCherry. Rock 'n' Roll. Tight pants. . Hey you see those tight pants, yeah. Over there, you see those tight pants. Yeah, you over there, oooh. Come on baby.
I wanna know the truth. I wanna hear it from you. Tell me what to do. Can we make it through?. . It's always about these things. Are killing me, they're tearing us apart.