CAUSE FOR ALARM. Pull the plug from the machine. You'd rather it be fatal than deformed. Out of luck with surplus, they'll take the farm. You'd rather eat your tongue before you starve.
IF YOU CAN HEAR ME. STAY WERE YOU ARE. STAY WERE YOU ARE. IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME. TO GET HERE. . IF YOU CAN HEAR ME. OPEN YOUR HEART. OPEN YOUR HEART. IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
We planned to leave early. And to pack unheavy. Because the truck was getting full.. But the same old fear. At the end of the year. Wouldn't let us leave so soon..
Cover me, cover up my tears. Cover up this man who's covered up in fear. I need a peace of mind, I need a piece of You. To cover all that's gone and everything that's new.
Could you ever look at me?. The way you're looking at the ocean. All wounded in your smile. But holy and unroiled. Could you ever look at me?. . And could you ever look at me?.
Life has taken this road. And our lives are joines in the fight. We have heard the choir laughing. Their words are meaningless. We will always have each other.
The summer storm brings the breaking news from the west horizon their words are cold,. THEIR EMPTY PROMISES WON'T HEAL OR FEED US NOW WE'RE LOSING HOPE,.
Guilty and degraded. We've bastardized ourselves and lost our purity.. Guilty and degraded. We've bastardized ourselves and lost our purity.. . Right now you find the words to right your wrongs.
Un soir d'hiver dans Chinatown. On s'est promené devant les vitrines. On a trouvé un magasin qui sentait l'orient. . On a marché toute la soire. Tes bottes te faisaient mal aux pieds.
chapp belle, grce toi. chapp belle. chapp aux minettes, chapp aux gamines. Qui te brisent le coeur en te toruant les jeans. Elles ne s'excusent pas pour le corps de granite.
Échappé belle, grâce toi. Échappé belle. . Échappé aux minettes, échappé aux gamines. Qui te brisent le cœur en te trouant les jeans. Elles ne s'excusent pas pour le corps de granite.
A Montral pis d'ins villages et les villes. Ousqu'y a des clubs des bars salon ou ben des grills. On s'habille ben comme si c'tait dimanche matin. C'est samedi soir.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!. I can't stay. Yes I know. You know I. Hate to go. But goodbye. Love was sweet. Our worlds can. Never meet. So I'll cry just a little cause I love you so.
Come back to me, I can set you free. You don't wanna go alone. You don't wanna be with me. We can relieve, you don't have to tease. You're only going down, from here baby.
Well, I'm a lonesome schoolboy. And I just came into town. Yeah, I'm a lonesome schoolboy. And I just came into town. Well, I heard so much about London.
Got your bones spread out on the dance floor. Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket. Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage. Own the reason that we all are faking it.
The countryside is being eaten by the very structure that we lean on. love letters for bonfires and campfire songs for city children. nowhere to run. distance ourselves by the balanced crops of thought.
A fat man like me. can never bother with tea or brie. I must go right to the main source. and wolf it down like a rhinoceros. but a woman like her. can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre.