I used to be a man of dignity. A man of my word. You could depend on me. . It hurts so fine. When you cross that line. The point of no return. . I used to preach strict morality.
I was knee deep in a sick love. I was cross eyed under your drug. Schizo savior a mad messiah. A fatal worship you inspired. . Gone, I don't believe in you now.
Picked a girl up at the trainstop where I live. Took a drive along the beach by the ocean. Talk about the dreams we had while we were growing old. Wrote a poem on the back of your shoulder.
You finally take your make up off, I like your eyes. You finally take your lipstick off, I like your smile. You get up and dance around the room my eyes are on you.
Well, I woke up this mornin' looked out my door. I thought I'd hear that milk cow, I can tell the way she lore. If you see my milk cow, please drive her on home.
If I fell in love would you sort me out?. Would you take me deep, would you go without?. If I never leave, took the pills again. Would you love me more?.
This is my music box. And this is my home. Come in, take a look if you like. Just you on your own. . But don't make your mind up. It's not done yet. Yeah, this is my music box.
I still miss you, I still care,. sometimes I swear you're still here.. Do you miss me? Do you care?. Does it hurt that I'm not there?. . Told me you need something better..
Why can't I forget like I should?. Heaven knows I would if I could.. But I just can't keep you off my mind.. . Though you're gone, I have to explain,.
A boy went back to Napoli,. because he missed the scenery,. the native dancers and the charming songs.. But wait a minute, something's wrong.. . Hey! Hey!.
I want to know if you would go to magic hollow. Yes, come with me. Come up with me to magic hollow. Touch the stars as in a dream. Everything you touch is deemed.
1994 Space Songs Ltd.. . Last time I saw her, there was a tear in her eye. Her voice gave a little quaver, when she tryed to say good bye. Then the days grew dim, and the nights turned cold.
You wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring. And they march you to the table to see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.