Every little thing I do, I do for you.. With every little thing I think a thought of you. . and I try so hard not to notice. I try so hard not to care.
Come with me to a place of fantasy. I'll take you on a see-saw. Come with me to a place that's by the sea. I'll take you on a board walk. Take my hand I'll take you to the sand.
Everything I say don't come out perfect. And I'm not always the man you want me to be. Baby all those fights i swear they're worth it. Everythings gonna work out one day you'll see.
Polly left on Christmas Eve. I will know as long as I live that it was all. You had in mind. She was turning twenty-eight. And I always thought it's too late to tell you.
What is my name?. Who is this fool?. What is this game?. What are the rules?. . There you go havin' up a party. Have you got a lot to see?. 'Fore I know having somebody.
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line. The weather's cool, the folks are fine. I'm in bed each night at nine. P.S. I love you. . Yesterday we had some rain.
Sorry, I was cruel, I was protecting myself. Drifting along with my swords out flying. Tattering my own cells and I tattered yours too. Took you and wrapped you around me like a spell.
At the top of. Phantom Mountain. I saw the turquoise. Brilliant burning sea. The sweat on my shoulders. The silvery haze. Swords of lightning. Hawks and Gulf Stream.
I carried my heart unbuttoned. Across the lonely stage. Where all the fools and actors. Circle like birds of prey. But careful with the rose, she knows.
The poet's a genius. Its something I don't see. Why would a genius be trippin on me?. And there's looking and another. Why he can't see is that I'm looking through his eyes.
I'm the pretty prince of parties. You're a tasty piece of pastry. You're so lighty flighty flakey. I go where the party takes me. . I'm the funky monkey junky.
As we were driving. You turned your head around and looked right at me. You couldn't see the road and it was scarin' me. How beautiful you are when you get crazy.
I keep your picture by my bed. For when I'm feeling sad, I don't know why I would be. The way your smile looks so real. I feel like I could start to understand your grace.
Punk is dead. Yes that's right, punk is dead. It's just another cheap product for the consumer's head. Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors. Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters.
I apologize,. Seem to have arrived,. On what items in my bag from your house.. There's cutlery,. A tablecloth, some Hennessy,. And a book on Presidents deceased..
Put your pretty dress on. It's time for you to go to the dance. Tie your hair in ribbons and lace. And wear pearls 'round your neck. . And all the pretty princes will see you.
Tonight I'm like a paper doll. Dress me in what you wish I had on. And I will not say a thing. I'll just keep smiling. . Here I am, wordless again. You dress me up different ways.
Doctor, Doctor. Won't you give me the cure I'm after. With a slight wave of your hand. I will be reborn a man. . All it takes is a little commitment. I'm a Patient Patient.
I can see the smoke stacks in the distance. And I know that we're almost there. This day has been best at overwhelming me. And these thoughts are running races in my head.
The tyranny of trying to know. Everything takes over the freedom of the mind. To find its own quest knowing more about, let's end. . Let's long stand in, closer of violence fair.