Once upon another time, if you had the need. I'd step right in the shoes that you've been walkin'. 'Cos someone put the hurt in you, for every one to see.
Well, I recall his parting words. Must I accept his fate. Or take myself far from this place?. . I thought I heard a black bell toll. A little bird did sing.
It's a chilly Florentine evening. Two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and. fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzis. stand guard but they don't speak.
There's a part of this feeling that I just cannot kill. But the name of this thing is not love. And I can't take a potion, and I won't take a pill. So it tortures me still, but the name of this thing is not love.
The accused will rise. To be torn in two. Guilty of nothin' but loving you. This is the judgement. . And I'm willin' to plead. How you don't want me. Hopin' this torment will cease.
"Abel was able," so Vivian said. Her shoulders flung forward, her lips in a purse. She talks like the beauty that she never was. Of the fabulous wild nights that she never has.