Standing by my Christmas tree,. Wishing you were here with me,. The snow is falling everywhere,. But it's not okay that you're not there.... . Lonely footprints in the snow,.
Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand. And alone in a crowded hall. The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand. But but my heart is not here at all.
Walkin' down Royal Street. A street singer symphony. Ain't been the hardest way. Ain't had the greatest day. Walkin past memories. . And the pain that she gave to me.
sold out. the mezzanine, the stalls and the seating followed. right now its hard to get in so come back again tomorrow. show starts 7pm, at 8 they will leave the doors closed.
Are you such a dreamer?. A sleeping sick with endless time. When you pushed over the corner. You know that i. . Better that being the cream. Better than dreaming on.
Listen. To the voice that calls. From the edge of sleep. Down the hall. No breath, no lying lips. No heartbeat, no fingertips. . She's invisible. Does not exist.
You wrote "The Kiss" and it is beautiful. I can listen again and again. You never really got a break. From the carwrecks and the pain. . You loved the songs of the pioneers.
I must have had a nightmare. 'Cause I'm not seeing straight. The shadows creep and slide. The strangest thoughts. Go through my head. Outside the traffic lights.
Supermoon. Where all the diamond deals are made. We never used to live this long. We're pioneers, my dear, press on, move along. . And if my smile. Seems painted on once in awhile.
Ei man, você que fechou a porta. Ei man, e não deu beijo na boca. Ei man, atura a minha canhota. Se liga no passo que ela vem e te entorta. Ei man, não adianta ficar me olhando.