My love is gone. My heart is empty from it. I just can't rise above it. It's gone gone gone. . So I'm done. Lord I'm so tired of running from it. To keep from falling in it.
We got us a good thing goin' on right now. I keep hoping one day we'll figure it out. I've done everything but say it out loud. I just wanna know, I just wanna know.
The clock ticks relentlessly. Moments pass that I can't keep. No matter how I try they slip away. Heaven knows I'm holding on. But I see it won't be long.
Well he stole my heart he came rushin' in. Hadn't loved a boy since I don't know when. Now I'm head over heels, it should be a sin. I'm crazy a little.
It started again on the drive. I was watching you dose off. Your hands by your side. A pillow in your lap and mine. You found love listening. To Bob Dylan's 'Nashville Skyline'.
Witches and Satanists we have been named. Over the years we've been murdered and maimed. Mothers and daughters and sisters and wives. All have the power - we gave you your lives.
Willow, weep for me. Bow your tallest tree. Down to the infamous hands. Of someone no one understands. . I'm not unique in this. It's based on none but my mistake.
What right have I?. You are not mine. Nor will you ever be. I need not try. To read your sign. You don't belong to me. I should not care. How you behave.
Here you sit on your high-backed chair. Wonder how the view is from there. I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit. Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor. .
Bits of conversation fill my head. Tangling with words we haven't said. Glimpses of a movement you once made. Knowing I could live but dream instead. Wondering if you saw the part I played.
Two masks. One a princess, one a witch. Both ridiculous and painted and blind. My eyes. Would fill the empty spaces. And bring about a total transformation.
I'm gonna try my best to love him. Don't know why I want him so. Yeah, I'll try and keep him by my side. I won't ever let him go. For I've learned too much in my poor life.
Who danced with me before now?. Who joined me at the ship's bow?. Who held my frightened form still?. And now you say that you will. But in the years behind me.
The music I heard once. Was louder than it is now. I can no longer distinguish. Pained cries from shouts of joy. Perhaps my ears are deaf. Or the interference too great.
Your eyes are raised to heaven. When I'm sitting on the floor. At your feet. What am I for?. Do I create or just translate. Between you and your mind.
Remember and tell me, the day you love. Behind a veil of tears. How dreams as these you dreamt not of. And thought to pass your years. More peaceably than others do.
There was a land I once heard tell. 'Twas christened Mushroom Down. The folk who lived there loved it well. And never left their town. They stayed there from the hour of birth.
The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair. Curls flying every which-way. The fate too pure to hide, ridges of size. Meant to conceal lover's lies. . Under the arches of moonlight and sky.
The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair. Curls flying every which-way. The fate too pure to hide, bridges of sighs. Meant to conceal lover's lies. . Under the arches of moonlight and sky.
Thank God I'm pretty. The occasional free drink I never asked for. The occasional admission to a seedy little bar. Invitation to a stranger's car. . I'm blessed with the ability to render grown men tongue-tied.