Draw a line in the sand.. Draw a star. Draw a circle on my hand.. Just because, so I know I won't forget.. . Turn the volume to three.. Hit the wipers and turn onto the street..
Feelin' sorry for the things I did to you. Was it my fault, did I fail?. Apologizing for never coming through. Separate ways have come. Again we've reached goodbye.
He leans on the door.. His arms are folded.. He opens his mouth then changes his mind.. . Where to start?. (and once he does) Where to end?. Mulling nothing over on his tongue..
Gotta gotta get out alive. To know just once what its like to have my own breath. and we know its no use. to pretend that theres another way. way to go about this you know.
You're making great leaps, son. You're taking great risks.. There are a few things I haven't told you yet.. Sit right down. I'll bear it all. It's time I should come clean,.
Do you remember when you and I. Were less than us and we. Covered up what little was left of me. And became one in the same. . The colors fading into nothing.
Crystal clear, I could hear a pin drop. I know you're near, peering through perched eyes.. Words appear, and pass away with trembling. The words I fear and choke to realize:.
We will cheat you out of everything, that you would. We will sell you who you are. there are the choices that we already made. That we feel. Will suite you well.
I got your letter it had turned to sand, lighting strikes the postman in. his hand, I hope that you remember the things you had to say, it's just. a supernatural delay... I got your package it was all a mess, lightning strikes.
We're still running. The water's coming to take us back. Take us back. Will we sink when we start to swim against. Lord no, we'll be clean again. We slip and fall down.
I am. the only one. can ride that horse. th'yonder. . I'm full of bees. who died at sea. . it's a wonderful life. it's a wonderful life. . I wore. a rooster's blood.
all work out, sun is down. and you're nowhere. i'm here to send (of my voice) broken in. my last choice to start again. . won't you just bend a little with me.
so cool and sweet, soft to the last curve of your lips. oh does this feel the same, no. this cant be, cause this feels cheap. whats over now my heart was beared to sole, a heart beared to sole.
The chopper searchlight is fixed on me.. There is no escape from this gravity.. The line is ended. the label stuck. The men in blue just topped the hill..
Read the play in the spring. Thought a lot about God's role in suffering. And all...all of the millions of times.. . I heard the news in July. Had no symptoms, only the reasons why.
Searching for sign of life or promise of it.. Sort of seems a shame, so soon to say, "I'm done with this.". Could it happen - magnet's power to me?. To anyone?.
I couldn't figure out how I was ever going to breathe again.. For the last hundred minutes or so. I took a peek at the signs that we've saved face with ourselves..
Full stop where you let go - count a moment for your return.. One drop, stuttered and slow. Then you're back to approaching.. In the pictures year away, the explosions were deafening..
Smell the air, smell the feedback.. Paint the road electro-pure.. Touch your hair, push the seat back.. I feel, I know, I'm sure.. . Stop at the place just off the square..
High above the ocean. High above the sea. High above this ink and paper,. you were next to me.. Called you from the window. Called you from the drowsy,.