I tried so hard, to be carefree. Rolling out of someone's bed into the sunshine. But the sun coming up. Doesn't always bring the light. And somehow I feel.
Hey sí, de cuando en cuando. Nos preguntamos qué demonios hacemos aquí. Hey, sí, está muy claro. Antes que nosotros lo dijeron otros mejor. . Cuando la racha que ya nos tocaba.
Cuando en la mañana me haya ido. No tendrás mío ni un recuerdo. Sólo un hueco en la almohada. Donde meter tu olvido. Nadarás en nombres. Y pasarás sobre el mío.
La primera vez que pregunte si es posible. por supuesto respondio que no. ¿y el hombre? pregunte ¿puede ser mejor?. por supuesto me dijo que no.. . solo tres cosas llevaria.
I head across the country, looking for Mexico. I got stuck in Kansas with no place to go. Oh I'm a gypsy, that's what I am. . Uh, I'm a gypsy, and I don't give a damn.
Some days seem to burn out so slow. The flames chase down the cord to your telephone. Your rosewood eyes and church white smiles glow. Be careful now or I'll consume you whole.
Two dumb kids. in a hot car. They're saying "where we gonna go?. We don't know but it's gonna be. It's gonna be real far". . One of them's saying that he's gonna be a big shot.
Some things just weren't built to last. so, let's bury all this in the past. You can dig it up one night. when you're feeling alright again. 'Til then.
Run home and hold the one you're with. In the cold the fire's burning thin. and our eyes, like frosted window panes,. they seek the light through every single winding vein.
California sun. I wish I was relaxing there with you. California sun. we're just swimmin' in women and shootin' off our guns. . And I wish I could be someone else.
You and me. in the warm fall breeze. just before. the cold rushed in. . And all around. yellows, reds, and browns. rustling. beneath our feet. . Times were changing.
There's a black crow. staring at my neighbor's house. He's perching right next. to the window now. and I want to do something. but I can't get out. and I want to make noise.
Are you in danger?. you swore by a shipwreck. and now you are stranded. sinking like a ghost. . so sit by door. and wait for me to storm in. but I swear, I swear.
Green eyes steady. as the room spins, baby. from behind your desk. . and do you know you look so good. with your pale skin. picketing your bright blue dress.
Turncoat parents and the children that never arrived. pawn shop rings and a road swallowed up by the sky. and though the static on the radio was signaling that this was the end.
Waiting in line,. passing the time reading four month old magazines.. The pale walls given life by the florescent lights,. exposing stains in the carpeting..
Trains on train tracks. are made to come back. from every place that. they've ever been. . a 7:30. a sunday off peak. I knew she'd leave me. but not like this.
Sparing her teeth. the curve of her smile. is sharing the blame. . And what a relief. it is to sign treaties. over dinner at 8:15. . And he asked for the end of the world.
You make sure you sure look fine. I'll come home and toe the line. I know men are made of dreams. sometimes dreams are all they see. . Paint it black and paint it white.
I'm sinking like a stone in the sea.. I'm burning like a bridge for your body.. . I'm sinking like a stone in the sea. I'm burning like a bridge for your body..