By Jonathan Auer and Kenneth Stringfellow. . GOLDEN BLUNDERS COME IN PAIRS,. THEY'RE VERY UNAWARE. WHAT THEY KNOW IS WHAT THEY'VE SEEN.. EDUCATION WASN'T FUN,.
Isn't it nice how things resolve. To test your will would take the skill of crazy ants. You fit your mind into smaller and smaller jars. You find them clutching the last straw.
It's another detachment. Same arrangement, different placement. I'm the saddest of moments. All alone in my unspoken. . I was dying to feel you. To be in you and to heal you.
Will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind?. Will you ever wake to find you're burden less?. Will you ever please your mind? Will you ever please your mind?.
When mute tongues can speak. And relate their need. I make fun of skins laying in a dark room. In a piglet's eye. If the dream had wings. Then the nest of feathers could freeze without them.
I understand sometimes what you go through. Is just too much to handle for a person like you. Seems that whatever you take is way too much. That whatever you give is never enough.
I remember giving up the gory details. And it left me tongue-tied such an elementary sickness. . Now I don't want to think and I don't want to feel. I wasn't aware this was part of the deal.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Suddenly Mary fell in the water. Were not I weary I would have caught her. I watched for a moment and scrambled in after. Words of disownment were drowned out with laughter.
I don't know why. I even try to be simple. When all I find. Is everything complicated. . When I left home. I found the holes in my pockets. My parents smiled.
When I see you cry. Talking on the phone at night. You never tell me why. When it all goes down. And you know shit gets around. And rumors are true. I'll never have a friend quite as lovely again.
I'll call you Sister Carrie. But I'll never say it. . Mute it to a whisper. And spin your solar sister. And magnet will deliver. An arrow from her quiver.
The bloodless toil, the endless foil. You'll never see your home again. Every time you dial that phone. It rings like it's got no end. . Life, what precious moments.
Now, now is the time, time to reckon. Time to beckon, be surprised. Like a letter I just sent it please return it. Just forget it. . When we live the life we live.
When I told you what you wanted to know. You said, "Take me to Ontario". And when I showed you what you wanted to see. You said, "The flower that you planted in me had gone dry, yeah".
The lines across your face. Are drawn with hate. 'Cause I'm drawn to someone else. Looks like you could use a little sleep. . I had some I didn't mention.
Treat me casual, watch me as you'll see. I'm not too sure I understand the tactful planning. That I must endure. But you call me immature because. . I'm too sensitive to your insensitivity.
Lights out, lights out. Goodnight, shuteye. That's a good guy. Soothing seething, brooding. Are you breathing? Breathing. . Are you sleeping?. Are you sleeping?.
Here we are, only been a couple of years. Maybe longer. Yes it's true, I'm no good at being the strong man. You're stronger. . But I think, maybe you should take a good look.
Shimmering was she. And loveliness to see. The found her when she was three. Where she lied. . We talked within a wave. Of things we could not crave. But circumstances turn graves.
Don't look around at the scenery today. 'Cuz you probably won't understand it. Don't settle down in a permanent way. 'Cuz you haven't the right to demand it.