Days go by, adrift upon a rolling sky. The miracles escape my eyes. But I still hope. . Time, regret. Is this as good as life can get?. It's only when the spirit sets me free I cope.
If I cried out loud. Over sorrows I've known. And the secrets I've heard. It would ease my mind. Someone sharing the load. But I won't breathe a word.
Look at me now. A shadow of the man I used to be. Look through my eyes. And through the years of loneliness you'll see. . To the times in my life. When I could not bear to lose a simple game.
It's been a long road. We've walked the last mile. We reach the same conclusion. And we stop for a while. . Together we know. The way we must go. We're leaving an illusion.
Lead vocal: frankie howerd. . I was lonely and depressed. Having fled the family home. When I met an old acquaintance. I had only barely known. . And I told her over tea.
Diamond eyes that burn me. And turn me to stone. Crystallize and freeze me. In clear monochrome. . Turn me to stone. Do anything you want with me. Turn me to stone.
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Another Day Comes Due. When I Look Back Into. All That I Didn't Do. . And When The Night Is Through. Its When My Eyes Turn Blue. And Rain Down. And Look To You.
Sillhouettes In the entrance of your faded Yellow hallway. From the light of the street lamp on your corner. And in time, oh the hours and the minuets.
This is the last time through hell, I've seen your insides. Tear out your eyes tonight, you'll see. Is this where my angel lies?. . I've cut you up to see me.
You say you're in love. Well cursive wrote this sonnet to the end. You say you're in love. But this heart still can't pretend. . Everything dressed in picturesque.
"Well I'm dead! To the world" she said. And the funeral came alive.. I collect every flower sent. From hell down to the fire.. . Fall down sick,. I'm not insane..
The moon was drifting over jordan. As the street lies under control. And the she slips into the middle. Head on, the tour takes it's toll. You bring bring blues from a fountain.
She got something for everyone. She got something sweet that makes me want to come over. She's got something out and she's got something in. She got something sick on down beneath her skin.
No, I don't wanna be. Part of just another conspiracy. There's people in high places. Who say it's all a lie. And the rest of us have gotta know. Before we up and die, and say goodbye.
This girl is smooth as day old whiskey. as tough as day old bread. a 2 ton tire tread. Someday I know that she'll be leaving. And I'll sit here believing.
I'm a hard working man, yeah I'm down on my luck. With a broom and a dustpan, just tryin' to raise a buck. It's not the fact that I don't wanna work. I'm just not gonna take it anymore.