Float from the balcony, we ride the pine top swells. Down from the old hotel on the lake of silver bells. And leading is lonely when you make alone decisions.
Hang on Parade.... Catching up again. Where's the feeling we knew then. (Whisper, my friend...). So we pick up, with empty cup. In dreaming we thrive.
I write, fingers cut same blood as yours. Can't make it flow but I know. A stunted way to grow and I scream. . And the kettle screams, "I'm so sick of it.
This is an atypical day (it's the State we're in):. Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring.. This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and bad.
On a hill in the middle of nowhere. It's a lot like your home, you say. Where the green grass grows a little higher. In the bonfires on hot nights. It's not like we did not share that..
Free, exactly where I should be. But, I admit sometimes I lie. I lost the war but tried. I tried every day, I tried to stay away. . And now I've some things to get off my chest.
Here we are. In paradise my Queen. The sun, the moon. We train the birds and the bees. To carve out our names on. The side of the road to our kingdom.
Wide awake. I'm on a plane out of town. Fly away from the weight. Of the world on the ground. . I'm international. But I don't know where to go. Hopefully where summer days.
Long days come alive. I take it in through my eyes. Long days of paper tigers. They ate all the words of the wise. . Now my spirit and bones take me. Straight to a fork in the road.
Don't shy away. I can hear what you say but it's muffled. I'm caught in the shuffle. . Speak loud my ears are. Goin' deaf from the midnight moons out here.
You talk tough to me and it makes me smile. By the old church yard your feelings hide. I know the reason and you won't say. "If we grow too close, will you push away?".
This mountain where we stand. Can be carved by our hands. We'll dig it deep, we'll dig it deep ourselves. . To let go of our plans. Fall hard to start again.
I lit a light on my gloom. And now there's only a half-moon. I need to find a way home. On the moon to be alone. . And so we make our way. Through the sand of a sullen day.
On the first day. All of this got started. Got the last name. Of my father's father. . This riddle gets too hard to solve so I. leave it on the shelf.
Grey sky, always in your eye. Where is the girl behind the cloud?. Grey sky, always floating by. But I only peek when I'm allowed. . You welcomed me in and your veil is so thin.
If you have friends in Gloryland,. Who left because of pain. Thank God up there, they'll die no more. They'll suffer not again.. . Then weep not friends, I'm goin' home.
What's best to show? Testline, treasure trove. Fountain, flood me, barmaid, this stings me. I've spent years for the. . What's best to show? Testline, treasure trove.
If I could see the western sky for the first time. If I could hold that horizon in my hand. If I could hold her close again before the wedding. . If I could fall in love for the first time.
when obstruction blocks my way. to whom shall i turn. when i can't tell my nights from day. to whom shall i turn, oh lord. streach forth thy mighty hand, rescue should i stray, father i know you can.
Pues la suerte nos coloca frente a frente aquí hoy. Sé que no has venido sola yo tampoco lo estoy. Todo el mundo está observando nuestro encuentro casual.