I wandered in time, till I found myself thinking. Of young children playing at the dawning of spring. They sang merry songs, like the wind in the willows.
Along a road in Hardorn, the place called Stony Tor. A fearful band of farmers flees Karsite Border war.. A frightened band of farmers, their children, and their wives,.
Overcoats and undertows. my memory's been lost and sold like it was fool's gold. . you feel like a piece of me. all those clocks and hands running. all over my body.
She'll come he knows. When everybody starts to go. The girl with those dragonfly eyes. . She comes alone. And finds a place to make her own. The girl with those dragonfly eyes.
Listen up and I'll tell you what you'll do. Forget about music and alcohol too. Forget about your baby. We got other work for you. . Better drink yer glasses empty now.
I don't believe in miracles if it's all the same by you. Your wishes would come true if I had my say. Whether it's right or wrong, the words of every song.
You come to me in times of need. When you can't find anyone. You seem to be much better off now. There's a rainbow number one. . We could see life through the gutter then.
You've been in all my dreams since you've been gone. Each morning when I wake up with the dawn. Dream Street Rose, I like the way you smile. Dream Street Rose, stay with me awhile.
Oh, when he was a man, my father would stand. I never saw him run. There wasn't anyone could make the man bend. The strength of his will was the tool of his trade.
Through the woodland, through the valley. Comes a horseman wild and free. Tilting at the windmills passing. Who can the brave young horseman be. . He is wild but he is mellow.
Does your mother know, you had to go someday?. Does your mother know, that you would grow so fast?. Anyway, that's all you think about. You'd call her if you could.
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day. And talk about the home town a million miles away. Is the ice still in the river, are the old folks still the same.
She walks be the sea where the seaworld is. And she waits for the man to come. She lives in town with her high-heeled friends. And she knows it's a long way down.
Swish, smack! Whip, crack!. Smash, grab! Pinch, nab!. You go, my lad!. Ho, ho! My lad!. . The black crack! The back crack!. The black crack! The back crack!.
Someday I won't need this crutch that carries me. And I'll be so complete but these thoughts weigh me down. Cripple my hopes and dreams, please just leave me be.
In her imagination. She's driving through the sunshine. To Malibu. No children in the backseat. No husband at the wheel. No telling where she's going.
Lying here naked with me, can you see. Tears that I cant hide?. If I could tell you about it, I would. But I couldn't if I tried. . Don't ask me why. Don't ask me why.
Is his hair still as long?. Are his eyes still as blue?. Can his face still conceal. Every clue to his mood?. . Does his brow still display. Every beat of his heart?.
All my arguments sound pretty weak. So I'll be quick and concede defeat. All the evidence lies on your side. So I'll come clean and say that I lied. I guess it's OK if I'm hated and damned.
Don't want to be your victim. Or your survivor. Don't want to be your coffee maker, maker. Or your deep soul diver. But when the rain is running. Off the roof.