Life is bringing you so down. you don't think you can make it. Every night is a showdown. Every day you just fake it.. . Let me show you a new place. if you follow directions.
Jeg kom til verden pa 56. Min far var tosset min mor var normal. Men da de körte ham vek sager mora til mig:. Hvad gör vi nu lille du?. Jeg gik i skole i mange år.
Pull my velvet cloak around you. Come and walk with me along the sand. Where only happiness surrounds you. If you just come along and take my hand. Leave the people in the city far behind.
If you only had been physical. but you're cynical. and you won't let as much. as a touch be a touch. . If you only had been lyrical. but you're logical.
Sweet melodies. Breaking on a sullen ear. Will endear. And bring memories. Sweet melodies. . Sweet melodies. Cross an ancient battlefield. Soaring still and claim memories.
Look at the sky. It belonged to a guy that I know. And I thought I forgot long ago. . Look at the trees. Didn't stop at the top, not for him. Used to borrow the wind for a walk.
On the opposite side of the sea. The opposite side of the day. The colors are brighter and glee. The people unusually gray. . On the opposite side of the sun.
Ruby rises at dawn. With a sigh and a yawn. And a dream lingers on. In her dream she's a swan. . With a cloud over head. Ruby swims out of bed. She removes from her hair.
the road stretches on from unknown destination. across open streams. through fields of carnations. it enters a city, a building. it stretches ahead. it stops at the feet.
Sun been down for days. A pretty flower in a vase. A slipper by the fireplace. A cello lying in its case. . Soon she?s down the stairs. Her morning elegance she, wears.
Locked in a room with a sink and a broom. And the walls are all white. But you think it's alright. 'Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge. Which is covered in frost.
The ghost who walks. she's on the prowl. for the man she loved,. he cut her down. it was an ordinary night in June. when he drove her to the lake. so they could watch the full moon.
The birds they circle in the sky. Oh the birds they circle in the sky. the birds the circle in the sky. for all the blood red tears I cried. Oh, the birds they circle in the sky.
When I look out my window. Many sites to see. When I look in my window. So many different people to be. It's strange, so very strange. You got to pick up every stitch.
There once was a time when I was a girl. That darkness hung in my sky. I was old before I learned to be young. Stone cold 'til I learned how to cry. .
Hear this song my love, let it be the thorn. That pierces through the rose. The past doesn't forgive a trouble. For tomorrow sinks in its sorrow.... .
Uh, yeah, yeah. . I have my hair high and low, anywhere the wind blows. I'm doing M.P.H, anywhere my soul goes. I'm a hell riding and gasoline feed. That's all I need for the life that I lead.
Lying low now, yeah, for a year or two. And I mean it until the week is through. Just myself now and the stains to be explained. Phone and cancel, stay in and be a saint.
I got a lord of my own. And I got him at home. He's the one that I trust. Not to say I must. But he's a friendly guy. He used to live in the sky. And then I gave him the key.
I grew up under a stentson in Omaha.... But my mama she told me. I wouldn't go far. Now I'm out on the highway. Every night & day. Just driving the cattle.