COME ON MY FRIEND. LETS LEAVE THESE MEN IN THE BED. AND GO BACK HOME. WHILE THE CITYS STILL DEAD. ACROSS THE BRIDGE AS THE SUN RISES. . PAST THE MOUNTAINS AND THE BOATS BELOW.
LOOK UP AT THE SKY. THEY PREDICTED YOU'D BE NEAR. SAW THE DOOM IMPENDING AND GUESSED THERE WOULD BE TEARS. STARS YOU'RE OLD LIGHT. ARE YOU WISE?. DID YOU BRING ME HERE?.
I'm not gonna leave you,. So don't fear for the. tears you need to cry.. Cause you are grieving,. And all of your feelings. burn a fire beneath your smile..
Crestfallen machines,. make me a pantomime,. dark disease.. Watch my old friends leave,. now I have you to keep me down.. I travel, no light rests. in the night watches as I roam..
One night in June, I was visiting my girlfriend,. When suddenly there came a little voice from behind. Phoebe announcing that she could do a backbend..
Sprinkle my ashes on frenchmen street. Don't be upset at the news. Just cut me a loose with a soulful song. Don't play no frenchmen street blues. . Hitch me a ride on a river breeze.
I'm in the middle of your bed. But your pushed to the side of it. And your hands are tucked in to your sleeves. No luck in reaching them. . We could be fire.