What you are you can never erase. It's here til the end of time. What you lost you will never replace. Still you're trying to find. . You don't do it for god.
I would call him, Hey Bub. He had a little place he kept for me. And he would tell me. (Poof). . Boy, we were so in love. He moved us to a home there.
Ghostyhead, ghostyhead. Standing in the door. You think if you don't answer. I can't hear you anymore. . Chains you hung from ear to ear. Finally drug your head.
Well I decided to take the bus. It was about six o five. 'Cuz I could hardly walk. In fact, I was just bearing. Under the bridge and over the street. Now every shadow that I meet.
Julie got some ecstasy. She laid down on the steering wheel. Love comes to the first thing love sees. Love comes to the first thing. That makes it real, makes it real.
These stars. No one else can see. They trapeze the height of thee. Vanish as they call. . These blues. No one else can hear. No one else can sing. This one for you.
Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint. They got a juke box that goes doyt, doyt. The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day. But when the night time comes, hey, hey.
I and Braggar, and Junior Lee. Well that's the way we always thought it would be. In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met. In the Winston lips of September, how we met.
How come he don't come and PLP with me. Down at the meter no more?. and how come he turn off the TV?. And hang that sign on the door?. . Well we call and we call.
Close your eyes and dream of me. You've found the one you love. Life is long and then it's through. But you go on and on. . Nous serons une nuit brillante.
For all that it cost him. He never did complain. The chicken headed man. Feathering the rain. . But the last bus is tired. And everybody's gone. The horses are waiting.
Maybe you want another world. One where heaven doesn't weigh so much. Maybe you'll find another girl. One you can feel when you do not touch. Well I've got something.
Maybe you want another world. One where heaven doesn't weigh so much. Maybe you'll find another girl. One you can feel when you do not touch. . Well I've got something.
Maybe you want another world. One where heaven doesn't weigh so much. Maybe you'll find another girl. One you can feel when you do not touch. . Well I've got something.
A monk with a hard-on in a lavender robe. That scratches his thighs for the height that he strove. As he follows a path filled with arid desire. That mimics his footsteps and sets his prayers on fire.
All the gang has gone home. Standing on the corner. All alone. . So you and me, streetlight. We'll paint the town gray. Oh, we are so many lamps. Who have lost our way.
There is a tree on Allenford. I drive by it each day on my way to and from work. And there are always flowers left there each day. Left for a child who died there.
Take the train, oh, you have run. As far as you can go. They've tied your fingers to rails of stars. But can you hear the whistle blow?. . There is no one here to beat out your brains.
Oh, he's a lucky guy, oh, he's a lucky guy. He doesn't worry about me when I'm gone. He goes to sleep at night, he don't turn off the light. Wonder how to find me, if I'm alone.
I know what it takes to be loved by you. Talk like you talk. Think like you do. You never were human so. How could you know?. We fall so hard, we can't let go.