I found a little plot of land,. in the garden of Eden.. It was dirt and dirt is all the same.. I tilled it with my two hands,. and I called it my very own;.
15 Years on the county line. Enough to make a man nearly lose his mind. Down in Arlington, Virginia where the law make us stay. . Ball and chain never felt so real.
Five minutes in heaven. Is this all that we get? What a way to go. Five minutes in heaven. Breathe that scream into me, what a sad little show. . It feels like love, not some rigged up holiday.
Verse 1:. . Slip sliding,. drunk driving.. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?. Skies distant,. Lights' drifting.. Does it matter,if we know the way?.
The thread of inner rhythm is self-directing. I think we're standing too close now. The thought has overtaken, I'm seeking balance. For there's a reason to start now.
some people say talk is cheap. oh but have say that i disagree. cuz sometimes my words mean more than anything. cuz i mean wat i say and i say what i mean.
Her eyes are like the sunrise.. Her voice is like a summer breeze. When its ninety-eight degrees outside,. Its refreshing.. . She could be the best thing thats ever happened to me..
My mind is racing and my feet are moving slow. Look all around me dont see anything I know. Id like to answer you but I cant clarify. If Im a 100 miles ahead or a 100 miles behind?.
Searching for reasons against truth,. withholding blossom against the bloom,. I seek the golden somewhere for me,. who told the prophets where to find,.
i'll have a big back yard to run in. and a big oak tree for climbing. and a wrap around porch. to sip homemade iced tea. that brewed in the sun. while i watched it.
i gave you my time......1/2 naked in the city. you were all just whine not feeling my pretty. your mouth was dripping i called you and you came. but heavy and unwilling was yuor cool just chilling.
I'll make effort did you know?. We'll never be the same. Let me guess, now did you know?. I guess I'll be the same, when I'm gone. Nothing ever does he know?.
You've been away for such a long, long time. Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine. All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces.
Standing on the corner, plastic cup in her hand. Standing on the corner, saving for some gin. You dont need to ask where shes been or whats up. Shell gladly tell you about the life she had.
step into a puddle and try not to make the reflection to move. step into the cold dirty water as if you stepped into the sky. . a half of me is lost. and the other half still belongs to you.