I've wrapped myself up. In a universe again. And let the darkness quell. My matchflame confidence. And unwillingly I hide. The lever I must find. To release the deep.
Let me, let me know what makes you happy. And I'll do it over, over and over again. . Let me, let me know just how you love me. And we'll spin around again in this field of flowers we're in.
Standing in the middle of a forest. Basking in the glorious autumn. Watching the leaves as they change. From green from green to orange yellow and brown.
You and the moon are a beautiful sight to me.. The Stars in your eyes make it really hard to see you.. A night in the sun is all I really want.. You and me with the best of both for once.
Eyes wide open all the time just like a drug store in the city. Where she walks the streets at night. Time keeps ticking like the ocean through a sieve.
Drifting away from You. Pinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation. In a spell, walking away from the fire. That keeps my heart from turning to ice.
I dreamt of something last night in my sleep. I saw you sitting in a room without me. You were smiling and you had a tattoo. I'm me, in a room without you.
In the middle of my mourning. Sits joy like ahappy child. In the middle of this death. I must cry with life for a while. . And death is great. We are in his keep, laughing and whole.
I'm like, Thomas doubting. Fingers routing the scars in your wrists and side. Touching flesh will make my mind believe. . But I want to be, like David.
My heart is as dark as the soil, sodden with winter rains. My soul is as heavy as the peat, freshly dug from the bog. My thoughts swirl like willow branches caught in autumn winds.
I see the wonder setting in. Over where I am going. And where I've been. And by the way when I kneel to pray. It never seems you're there. And I'll admit that I do not try.
It's every day. I'm in this place. I feel this way. I feel the same. . It's every day. I'm in this place. I feel this way. I feel the same. . Is it all inside my head.
deep inside the darkest night. is drinking in the light. from pinholes pricked, holy needle knicked. in a canopy of white. i'm alone, i'm alone. and i'm beating my soul.
Crickets rhythmically sing. Their mournful melodies. Of monotone by request. But they fail, they fail to soothe the mess. . Hands rhythmically grope. The sheets again for you.
This is my forty-fifth depressing tune. They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb. And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight.
Questions flew. And words were hurled into the air. And when the smoke had cleared. I saw you lying there. I used my words like bullets in a gun. To pick your ego off like skeet flung.
Like a million parachutes. The snow's coming down. I'll lock up the front door. And turn the lights down. In the glow of the street lights. I see them descend.
Will the circle, ah, be unbroken. By and by, Lord, ah, by and by.. There's a bell on all my waiting. In the sky, Lord, in the sky.. . But I was standing by the window.
Shocking Blue. Shocking Blue Live In Japan. Never Marry A Railroad Man. Have you been broken-hearted once or twice. If it's yes how did you feel at his first lies.
Wait. Mrs. Lovett(spoken). It's not much of a chair but it'll do. Was was me poor Albert's chair. Sat in it all day long he did till half his leg give.