We signed both our names and the cards were done, by acting so old we felt so young, and you licked the stamps and I lit the tree, you faked a nap and watched me open your presents without your permission, the smile on your face, I knew I was forgiven, I said I'm sorry and you said I love you too.
Time, this time. Finally the moment is mine. The crowd is wowed. I'm walkin' to the cannon so proud. . The cannon fills the spotlight. So shot me to the view.
The night I fell in sorrow. I knew I was alone. A dozen good time friendships. But my heart is still unknown. . I thought I saw your footsteps. In the sand along the shore.
DAVID WILCOX. HOT, HOT PAPA. . Well my friends all wished me a fare-thee-well. And I pop out the chute like a bat out of hell. Hot hot papa. Hot hot papa.
She wanted to move. She wanted to try something new. She wanted to live in San Francisco. In a place with a view. . She wanted the sound. She wanted the life all around.
Too tired to sleep. Too angry to pray. Too far down to get back up. Too lost to find my way. . And who knows what happened. I'm too confused to say. And too far gone to turn back now.
It's the choice of a lifetime, I'm almost sure. I will not live my life in between anymore. If I can't be certain of all that's in store. This far it feels so right.
from The Nightshift Watchman. ............................................... . I walk the High Hill tonight. It stands behind the town. It was golden in the autumn sky.
How are you?. How are you?. How are you?. How are you?. . Had a dream I could turn back time. Had to stop to rewind my memory. Had a vision of the ruby sky.
Light breathe exhale. the damage is done. tonight weve failed. so tell everyone. the ships have gone by. tell everyone. i took them from the sky. you are the one.
Speak speaking for myself. pretned im someone else. i never felt the same. well this time. breath im breathing up the air. its burning up my lungs. its burning through my hari.
So this is midnight. I can feel the coming storm. My perverted butterfly. You begin to be transformed. And we are drained out. Emptied in the atmosphere.
Breathe, hallucinations start to fade. All the colors are back to gray. I never understood these things I hated. . But now, as we all disappear. The world becomes quiet clearly.
Horray, hooray.... Well it's the land of the "Rolls" and the "Jaguar". The only town I know where a "Caddy" is a poor man's car. The girls have got those seven inch Kama Sutra finger nails.
by Dave Gahan and Knox Chandler. . You keep sending me all these things. I'm learning how to smile. You keep sending me all these things. I think I'll stay a while.
Behind the door a secret place. A hidden house you see. A place where you imagine. Just how life could be. In your head you've made your bed. You sleep alone you see.
hungry I come to You. for I know You satisfy. I am empty. but I know Your love does not run dry. so I wait for You. so I wait for You. . chorus. I'm falling on my knees.
He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree. Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions.
I'm so bored of little gods. While standing on the edge of something large. While standing here so close to You. We could be consumed. What a glorious day.
From wherever spring arrives to heal the ground. From wherever searching comes the look itself. A trace of what we're looking for so be quiet now and wait.