I wanted it til I got it. I wanted it til I got it. Believed in it til I saw it. I needed it til I had it. I guess I live to regret it. I dreamed of it til I got it.
You sound truly heartbroken. You can do it. you're a pro. Agony from every pore. and such control. The orchestra swoops and the drum samples roll. You hold the high scream into the key change for the outro.
When the darkness takes me over. Face down, emptier than zero. Invisible you come to me. ..quietly. Stay beside me. Whisper to me "Here I am". And the loneliness fades.
You landed in my life. Like a new and brighter light. That made all my past seem in the shadow. I always used to believe. That beauty was skin deep. But I need a new word to describe you.
I wonder if my rope?s still hanging from the tree. By the standing pool where you drank me. And filled me full of thirsty love. And the memory of water?.
For me and my true-love will never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond.. . Moira anderson, eat your heart out!. You-ou--. . You'll take the high road an' I'll take the low road, an' I'll be in scotland before you.
I found smog at the end of my rainbow. I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase. Declared the constitution of the walkway. I realise it's time to plan the day.
IV. That was almost the end of my marbles. Confiscated, I choked back the tears. I hung onto a handful of favourites. That disappeared over the years.
I. Did anyone see my last marble. As it rolled out and over the floor?. It fell through a hole in the corner. Of a room in a town on a tour. . It's lonely without your last marble.
II. When I was a child I had marbles. They brought admiration and fame. They were pretty to look at and marbles. Was always my favourite game. . We played all the summer days.
III. There were almost four hundred until the black day. I discovered how high they would fly to the sky. If you used them for tennis instead of a ball...
I have been here many times before. In a life I used to live. But I have never seen these streets so fresh. Washed with morning rain. . I have seen this face a thousand times.
Watching the people on the street today she couldn't help but smile. Watchin' the town go walking by all shaded eyes and alibis. Strange how much pain you can hide away beneath a well-cut suit.
Tell me I'm mad. How should I know?. Tell me I'm mad. I have been here for so long. . Help me paint a picture. They say it's a lie. Tell me I'm mad. You're a fine one to decide.
It all began with the bright light. The bright light and the noise. The chaos of the senses and the scream of desire. . Touching and being touched. A million loose ends to tie up.
A love song with no validity. Pretend you never meant that much to me. Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions. A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice.
I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark. When I heard the sprinklers whisper. Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns. Then I heard the children singing.
Well I gave up cocaine and I gave up smack. I gave up drinking alcohol and smoking crack. I gave up living on the never never. But I can't give up believing that I'm going to live forever.
A ragged man came shuffling through. A puppet king on the fourth of June. And butterflies from all around. Settled on his paper crown. . A pretty sight it seemed to be.
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night. A dozen tequilas and you're feeling alright. So you swim to the disco, out of your depth, jaded gigolo.