Ever have the feelin',. of maybe blowin' your face upon the ceilin'?. Have you ever stopped to wonder what your life might feel like. down, down, down, down, way under?.
Does it ever seem like you're living in a story someone else wrote. Everything you've done was all scripted out. Getting thrown in all directions but the path I want isn't there.
No time frame, for what I need to do today. Here at the Yellow House. I think that I'm gonna play. With some free livin' lads down the street. Away's away.
No time frame, for what I need to do today. Here at the Yellow House. I think that I'm gonna play. With some free livin' lads down the street. Away's away.
I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin. I'll make a lampshade of durable skin. And, oh, don't you know that I'm always feelin' able. When I'm sittin' home and I'm carving out your navel?.
As I shit, I sit and wonder why my floor is so cold and my back broken tired. But life is good, even though it won't be long. With a candle comes emotions that dance with the shadows on my wall.
Lately,. I know we're gonna break free. This time we'll rise so high. Fueled by desire. That fire. Burnt me today. I never wanna be lame. . Make it. Ya I know were gonna take this.
Stormy says the sun is too bright. She sleeps in all day. Waits for the night. Seldom smiles. Always paints her face white. I think it brings out the fire in her eyes.
Love. It's a bleeder. Hit me like a train. Got me hot like a fever. 4 a limited time. My life was a breeze. I liked the way you looked. How we'd laugh.
In a secret garden. Somewhere lost in time. He ponders forever. As she sleeps inside his mind. Lost beneath the shadows. Of a scarlet sky. She dreams of a place.
Following the shadows of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes?. And I'm feeling close to where the race is run. Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy.
Said to myself, "I'm the man I got a pocket full of money". Cert's in my mouth in case my breath gets kinda funky. I saw this hottie staring right at me she kinda looks like.
Was conceived outta nuthin'. Always be what I've been. If I focus the real world. One day I might tune it in. Do I have to shout, do I have to wave a gun.
I knew that this moment would come in time. That I'd have to let go and watch you fly. I know you're coming back so why am I dying inside. Are you searching for words that you can't find?.
She lies in bed, out of her head, suckin' a cigarette. Closin' her eyes she really tries to make believe she's dead. But she's not, she's not. . In the next tomb, her old man's room, it's another night.
She makes me want to scream. She makes me want to shout her name. She makes me want to cry. Cause I know she feels the same for me. It's plain to see.
I remember Sunday nights at kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
Since we met. We have been as thick as thieves. And you could bet. When they say you then they saw me. Not far away. Probably holding down the beat. To your licks.