The time has come I have to leave again.. I will be back but I just don't know when. My heart is aching every time I leave. I can't explain the force inside of me.
There are times when the winds blow. Every word I cry back again. And it gets hard, hard as I try to find. The strength to even survive. . But when I've done all I can do.
Born only a month ago yet I'm (already) fully grown from head to toe.. Lots of metal, lots of grease and put together piece by piece.. To support a system that uses me....but the day is here and they're gonna see..
You laugh at me and call me I-D-I-O-T. You laugh and turn your back. 'Cause I'm not like. You're supposed to be. But it's not a question. A question of low IQ.
El cielo estaba rojo como una amapola. los ojos tambin rojos de no haber dormido,. la luna me ha dao el toque:. nio estoy muy sola!. me arrojo y me despierto al dar contra el bordillo..
You probably crooked as the last trick. Wanna laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch?. Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run.
You were talking and I thought I heard you say. "Please, leave me alone. Nothing in this world can make me stay. I'd rather go back, I'd rather go back home".
Would you please play. A real country song. Where's your conscience. What's the problem. Speak up and say what's wrong. Play Loretta. Or some Conway. Some Haggard and George Jones.
Pale and ghost-like, the mist floats. Away from the stream, that through night and day. When I dream. . Pours forth to the desolate darkness it's song.
Now.... I reach into your - in your slumber, hear my call. . God of dreams - in your sleep, the King am I. . Mistress of the eve - Huntress.... Chaste and divine - Oh, Artemis... awaken.
Esme, could you shut the door. And put the oil lamp on the floor?. I feel it coming on again. Just like it did on Saturday. . Voices after murder park.
He's not looking for you anymore. He's just trying to come down. And get his head back on. You say goodbye before you're in too deep. You twist your body like a knife.
Quem julga que so rosas as pedras do meu caminho. No sabe que encontrei sempre nas rosas que me deram. Perfumes que au colher, me deixaram espinhos. Dos olhos me caiu o sangue que fizeram.