We don't have money. So we can't lose it. But you touchin me like piano keys. You can't buy that movement. . What do we get from. This soft transaction.
When we made it to the garden, it was well past nine.. Our hands came to agreement, as we walked in time.. A jealous rose stole a thread from your skirted thigh..
Soft rain falls around us. And the moon says, "It's getting late". On and on, our steps in time. We come to the edge of the lake. . And we forget where we are.
Turn off the lights. And touch me in the dark. Fade into the feeling. Whisper in my ear. What you want. What you need. Tell me my name. Tell me my name.
It's cold, and snow's actually on the ground. Of this no-snow town. And instead of cars. Streets trafficking in sleds. Men become boys again. . There's a war on the corner.
I'm in the wind. I am going to let it take me where it may. Maybe it lifts me to. New Orleans orthe dark streets of L.A.. . I'm in the wind. And I am in the wind.
The radio's playing songs. But there's loves we never get. Besides this one. Then we'd have to admit it. So let's keep it boxed up. A fiction we don't know we're living.
We all go down to coastline bridge. It's where they say all the magic is. Over that dried up riverbed. Blocked by boulders at both ends. . We all go down to coastline bridge.
Walking down Dayglow Vista Road. Taking a break to read the stone. Sunken grave seem to say we're not here anymore. It's like they never been here before.
Someone's turning the lights down low. And the music up, do you feel the beat?. I see you too by the way you move.. I need to feel your body moving on me..