The lights are on, but you're not home. Your mind, is not your own. Your heart sweats, your body shakes. Another kiss is what it takes. You can't sleep, you can't eat.
Be, do do be, do do be, do do. I remember singing in the rain. Friday night in those mean old streets again. . Glasgow's a go, go. Hey, now all the grafitti is gone.
Giving up lovin' - easy to do. People so pityful. They never come through. Honey, honey, honey I ain't that way. . You want a little bit - once in a while.
Wish me well, say goodbye. I'll never tell I saw you cry. Understand, you're not to blame. It's just that the wind. The wind knows my name. . And it's callin' me.
No calls, no letters. Just fireweeds and stinging nettles. But the moon is mine. Yeah, the moon is mine. . Bad news in the papers. Bad news for this sinner's wages.
Produce. we've been asked to participate. in a Ma-donna rocker that can reactivate. we're ciccone youth from new york city. get the pizza connection cos it's a tuff titty.
Come down from your tree house condominium. And start driving around that station wagon. With the wood on the side. Take off that jumpsuit, you look like grace slick.
Oh, my beloved tania. How I long to see your face. Photographed in fifteen second intervals. In a bank in san leandro. A polaroid of you, cinque. With a seven-headed dragon.
You've got to give a little, take a little. And let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. . You've got to laugh a little, cry a little.
Silently watching gaze. Across the blackened plains. Two eyes like burning embers. Awaits the moment. For the north star to blaze. . Sythanagon winged.