"If only could, I'd be running up that hill.. If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.". . It doesn't hurt me.. Do you want to feel how it feels?.
Lo, the poor Indian. Whose poor untutored mind. Clothes him in front. But leaves him bare behind. . Maybe in another year. The simple life we lead. Could become more comfortable.
Now you're awake. Are you please with your pain ?. And I'm watching, smiling. With hatred comes hatred and your lips now taste it my coldest kiss. . And I'd bet my life on this.
(McNabb). . When day is done, wind in my sails,. With confidence, how could we fail,. Fingers can pass through fire,. And somehow not get burned,. Hang your hopes upon, all you've learned,.
It's just a brief moment of madness.. It's just the sweet taste of fragileness.. It has taken all we had,. chewed it up and spat it out.. It brought me to my knees,.
Vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath. Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns. Picks up a paper, the pages are blank. They say, "No news today, no more writers around".
Shattered by rain,. shrouded by thoughts on a runaway train.. Seeking shelter from the storm and from the pain.. Another empty glass.. Another line, another friend,.
(McNabb). . Fall in love with a sweet young thing,. Big brown eyes, she had everything,. Well she broke my heart,. But she did me no permanent damage.
Daddy, daddy, I have found the girl that I want to live with. Her eyes are as dark as November when it falls on our village. If I stand on a chair, I can see here house from my bedroom window.
Innocence faded, drowned in a memory.. Silence is a step away from our suffering.. I hoped for better days to come but joy is not for us.. Our love tastes like doom..
I was born with a healing touch.. I thought I could wipe those tears.. Turns out I'm not as strong as I thought. or as worthy of what I've been given..
(McNabb). . See me comin' man, you better run,. Pocket full of buckshot, loaded gun,. Y' took my lady, then you told her lies,. Gonna put you in the ground,.
Armadillo skin and the leafy green. Our minds are where we keep her. The ideals born of the western world. Were always buried deeper. . When at the end of the working day.
She cries with the devil on her hands, now baby. And she wipes her way with tears leaving me to see. That she wont spend her night in vain. Blood is the whisper of her pain.
(McNabb). . I've seen the moonlit lake,. The brown leaves blown across the way,. I've seen the icy black November,. I've seen the meadow & the stoplight up in front of me,.
Don't you try to hide from me. Impure thoughts and false simpathy. How can you disguise what's on your mind. Can't you reveal what you hold inside. . Destroyed your dreams live in silver tears.
(McNabb). . Julie's gone, Jackie's gone,. Carol's gone, where has she gone?. . Melanie Still Hurts. . Sarah's gone, Karen's gone,. Michelle has gone, where has she gone?.
We are seldom fully contented. We may have this cross to bear. Where elation meets disaster. You can always find us there. . Yes, our wisdom holds the secret.
It's your favourite pleasure. When your love cuts me deep. Like a razor or a diamond, baby. . Its late at night and I can't sleep. Feeling the entwined streams of silver tears.
He is feeling a little bit tired of all this disguises he wears to conceal the truth. But now he truly realizes the fully compromise he took hand in hand with him.