It's excruciating. I know you need to know where we stand. Is there harm in waiting?. Is this my only chance to take your hand?. . I'm torn in two by what I should or should not do.
I wrote this song today. Pool side at Flamingo Bay. Underneath the coconut trees. . This sun-baked symphony. A little ditty with a melody. Drifted to me on a summer breeze.
Oh Lord, it's embarrassing. I have been a cause for concern. "Hallelujah", all the angels sing. When castaways choose to return. . And so before this sun sets.
Hush baby, don't cry. Just try to remember the time. When all your pitfalls and fears became mine. And when we fall apart. Just one thing takes me back to the start.
Multiplying existence of the wretched human beings. A pain stricken legacy of greed the wealthy. Few leaving only scrapes for us behind. While the rest of the fucking' world breeds just to survive.
i have seen what it means. to detest and to care. and to outlive the dream of you and me. this has been a disease overtaking a new sense of being. pain staring from your eyes.
Don't care how long you go, I don't care how long you stay. It's good kind treatment bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble poor me anymore.
All year round we wait. until we've got time to waste. on another saturday. at your beck and call. (I'd do anything to make you move). I couldn't think of anything better at all.
there's something that's been on my mind. that's why i've wasted all my time. being with a selfish girl like you. there's something that i've gotta say.
You left a guy who told you where to be and when. I was with a girl who tried to sleep with my best friend. We both took comfort in each others messy lives.
1871 was the year underneath an October sky. When a windy city man had set out with a plan to set a fire but nobody knows why. So Pegleg headed out back with a match and a bucket of kerosene.
you said, you know that I will always. be there for you.. you said, youd be a sympathetic ear,. any time I wanted to talk.. . theres no disguising the truth.
sing your song with sweet caresses,. enchanted voice holds no surprise.. drawn up on the rocks and grounded,. flotsam on a ebbing tide.. tales are told by sailors smiten,.
Almost there, almost sane.. Almost there, almost sane, almost sane.. . A lead forward to the recovery,. But the escape seems intolerable to me.. I find myself right on the edge of knowing truth.
I could slip so easily into you. If I let myself go. I could let my wildest dream come true. You never know. How it's gonna wind up in the end. Will we be lovers or not even friends?.
I can almost see it.. That dream I'm dreaming, but. There's a voice inside of my head, tellin'. You'll never reach it. Every step I'm takin'. Every move I make.
Baby I don't know know why. you don"t ever listen to me. And know your just leaving me in your misery. Oh yea, but you don't know what the difference is.