To the critics and the cynics, who don't understand the lyrics. To the atheists and the pessimists. Wanting company in their darkness, yes. You may see me as a fool, yes, a charlatan, an egotist.
Humility on Bleecker Street. Exposed my faults until I'm left defeated. It's been three years into this relationship. This is longer than I ever could commit.
Walking the mountain is easy for the medicine. Man who follows makes sure the indian. Never returns. . His revenge, his revenge. Rising. His revenge, his revenge.
Walking the mountain is easy for the medicine. Man who follows makes sure the Indian. Never returns. . His revenge, his revenge. Rising. His revenge, his revenge.
Oh John, oh John, oh John. . Never lose the memory of April twenty-six. Your hands designed my body. You autographed my hip. I lost all my worry. I lost all sense of time.
How many times did. I have to hear you say to me. Self obsessed artist. Center of your universe. Well I believed your every word. And I believed you were my god.
How many times did. I have to hear you say to me. Self obsessed artist. Center of your universe. Well I believed your every word. And I believed you were my god.
The echo of shame, the voice inside my head,. The need for love, the insecurity.. . Cutting me down, to the fourteen year old girl,. The Father Figure criticizing me..
I'm big and proud all over. Not just on the stage. My secret self has many sides. That laugh and crush and sting. I'm red and thick like fire. I like it from behind.
I am not the person who is singing. I am the silent one inside. I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes. I just pacify their egos. . I am not my house, my car or my songs.
Crimson Cardinal sees his life. Into the glass he flies. The perfect partner he does spy. A moment's glance of eyes. . Reflections of a future love. Feel the pull of fate.
Spin the globe, stop and start. Come to a place that's torn apart. Here's a secret, it's my heart. Oh well, it's only. . Broken shutters, whistling wind.
Looking backward. No one after. Last November. Seems so long, long, long ago. I was happy. With what we had. But it was little. and now it's gone, gone, gone, gone.
Hold me close and hold me fast. The magic spell you cast. This is la vie en rose. When you kiss me, Heaven sighs. And though I close my eyes. I see la vie en rose.
Des yeux qui font baiser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche. Voil le portrait, sans retouche, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens. . Quand il me prend dans ses bras.
Didn't your mama tell you how to behave, girl?. Didn't your daddy tell you not to wear that little thing?. Been told you never get something for nothing.
Chorus:. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man. . Your beauty is beyond compare, with flamin' locks of auburn hair.
That quiet voice inside of my soul. It's rising up again. Oh I know it's the time again, life is short. Gotta grab the wheel of life.. . Indecision, should-haves, could-haves.
Holdin' on. Holdin' on. Holdin' on. . Here in this vacancy. Where we existed. I carry on in the life. Like some puppet acting her part. . The very core of me.
I wanna kiss you. I wanna kiss you. I wanna stop the conversation. I wanna kiss you. . Oh, lie beside me now. Funny papers, morning sunlight streams. Oh, fantasize me now.