"Why, why so quiet?. Oh my, mysterious country singer?" she asked.. . My life, it's a riot. I'm climbing barricades. in empty streets at night.. . When I'm down.
I'm letting go. To see if you'll hold on to me. I'm in doubt. Of what is thought and what is real. . In our room. Between the shapes I thought I knew.
I see you changing girl. From Day to Day. Impressed by and trying to imitate. Those who are older. Those who are colder. Suddenly embarrassed by your age.
feeling the comfort of eyes is your sole intention. we all want to be understood unconditionally. but you have to realize that a viewer needs distance.
What's the immaterial substance that envelopes two. One perceives as hunger and the other as food. I wake in tangled covers to a sash of snow. You dream in a cartoon garden, I could never know.
The telegraph gave us hope. Before was the silence and the panic it brought. The sky was the blankest sheet. We drew lines upon it. so our thoughts could meet.
Hey baby, Mrs. Cold. Acting so tough,. Didn't know you had it in you so be hurt at all. You waited too long. You should've hook me,. before I put my raincoat on.
If you wanna be my friend. You want us to get along. Please do not expect me to. Wrap it up and keep it there. . The observation I am doing could. Easily be understood.
Crossroads and given the option. To pass and look back at goals I've missed. Rainbows or burning bridges. If you squint a little more it looks the same.
All I do is sleep all day and think of you. A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to. The image of a mutual one, our haven. The sombre chords of our song, the fading.
Summerchild that sits by the water. Weaving sunlight threads in his hands. The golden river that day a shelter. A stream where he could make pebbles dance.
Little kids playin' in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the ground. I'm followin' my shadow so I cross the street. Car passin' stereo, I like the beat.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Riding on this know-how, never been here before. Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all. Is history recorded? Does someone have a tape?. Surely, I'm no pioneer, constellations stay the same.
I'd rather dance with you. than talk with you,. so why don't we just move into the other room.. There's space for us to shake,. and 'hey, I like this tune'..
You called me after midnight,. must have been three years since we last spoke.. I slowly tried to bring back,. the image of your face from the memories so old..
You called me after midnight,. must have been three years since we last spoke.. I slowly tried to bring back,. the image of your face from the memories so old..
I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy. But I can't stop listening to the sound. Of two soft voices blended in perfection. From the reels of this record that I found.
Without giving anything away. I can say it's by the sea. It's a house that used to be. The home of a friend of mine. . Without giving anything away. You'll find ships inside of bottles.