If there were no instruments. No verse or chorus sung. Our hearts still would resonate. With flowing rhythms. Can you hear? I can hear it now. . Our bodies sing in silent melody.
She glows around you like the moon. She smiles at her reflection in a spoon. She reads expensive magazines. She sees herself in everything. . You can't judge her for that.
I haven't learned to say goodbye. Hello itself is hard enough. It kills to let a good thing die. And I don't want to see it go bad. . Picture perfect morning.
Awake from winters rest. Why cleave unto the dust?. From lower loves, desires. Pursuits and fears. . Dont wait for passing moments. Im calling for you, now.
She said I tried to mind my own business. But that sad look on your face was a challenge to my faith. Made me wanna chase the dark out of your room. So she smiled and said hello; little did she know.
I'm trading my minutes for memories. To live and relive those moments. When loneliness was miles away. So sweet is the taste of communion. . You're dying to know me.
He left home when she was seventeen. We came back to see her. She was older cold and even mean. Not like we remembered. . Out along the old road. Where the Indian Paintbrush grows.
Singing sweetly, she passed by me. She knew, it seemed. That sound, that song was troubling me. . Do tell. No, no, no. Please, sir. Here we go. . Sleepwalking, sleep, sleepwalking.
Sittin' on the front porch in Oak Cliff with my bra - watchin' some cars go by. A lady with a baby with only one shoe walks by. The baby on her shoulder has his mouth open more than his eyes.
Benny lost his faith in a gambling spree. Had to leave this place get away from me. Oh we'll meet again maybe introduced as friends. He'll come around in a while.
Jean Val Jean, the weeping criminal. Broken with the weight of compassion. It's hard to hold what you don't deserve. Remember your promise to be pure.
Your mouth is red -- I'm picturing it in my head. I'm picturing you smile at me. I want you to be with me NOW. Your hair is brown -- I'm picturing it hanging down.
Sleepy eyes, it's time to rise. It must be well past afternoon. I know you got a wonderful view. I am familiar with the ceiling. . But when tomorrow comes.
In disclosed we speak the truth, discovering dependency. Turn this ship around, I'm starting over. We fight our hearts for the control, wrestling our tendencies.
Are you in a bad mood?. Don't you wanna talk about it?. Did I say somethin' rude?. You don't have to cry about it. . Aren't you feelin' okay?. Would you like a little company?.
When I'm with you I find myself. I seem to lose him somewhere else. What is this about you. That makes me see?. . You never expected perfection. All you want is my affection.
I can feel it all around. The questions build uncertainty and doubt. I'm drowning in the doubt. I can feel it all around. . Like space between lovers.
Stay a while. Stay as long as you can. Alright. I don't mind if I do. . Pull up a lawn chair. Take your dreams outside. Alright. I don't mind if I do.
No dinero, on Saturday mornin'. We spent it all Friday night at the disco. No dinero, on Saturday evenin'. We can't go out so we just have to stay home.
Divided devotion and controlled passion. And theories of purity that remain hypotheses. Plural allegiances and dual monogamy. These lies are the ghosts that haunt the graveyards of normality.