The flowers they cover your feet. All the colors of you. And they shine over all I see. And all I see. . Is all of the tears that I spent. Those that fell over nothing.
Stupid on the steinway. So sick upon a steinway. The sailors drown. See them talk and see them drown. And see them drink and fall around. Upon the floor.
It's raining in my head. But no tears come down. And I'm dreaming of you. Until sleep comes around. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. Sleep comes down sleep comes down.
And voices louder now. Not loud enough. The world around you crawls. And sleeps in other beds. And never mind. I see no time. And there's not time enough.
Shine. I heard her sing. I need a voice given anything. All I want to dream. Flattery. . Days that never come. To shine a light on the damage done. Somedays without a sound.
I hear brand new talk. Everywhere I go. They got a new word. For what we do. When the lights get low. And I hear my heart. Beat black and blue. Don't call it love.
This poor little rich girl. Wants all she can hold. I know all that she wants. Is my diamonds and gold. And she's nobody's fool. But it's easy to fall.
I hope you get your invitation. It is here for you. Listen to the conversation. Playing pretty tunes. Sorry I can't wait for you. I couldn't stand to stay.
My baby paints herself red. She paints her hair. Her hair is dead. She's living in the city. With the bodies that scream. . We are all Jesus. We all dream.
You have to have a party. When you're in a state like this. You can really move it all. You have to vote and change. You have to get right out of it. Like out of all this mess.
Caroline laughs, and it's raining all day. Loves to be one of the girls. She lives in the place in the side of our lives. Where nothing is ever put straight.
Yeah I fell in love. Like all good dreamers do. Finally in anger. I gave it all to you. I never shouted it. Like we do in school. And knee-jerk negativity.
Here comes dawn today. To light the candles. Burn for you. Here comes dawn again. To burn the both ends down. Here he comes again. Who wants to turn the world for you.
All your promises. Don't taste so sweet. When the world comes down. Like a satellite. I could make it blue, yeah. Cool and sharp. I got vanity, yeah. Tearing me apart.
Yeah we're in on the act. And love's in the back. With all of your roses and you. Yeah you you you. A high heeled girl. And we talk just like jazz. Like a song from the edge.
Wait 'til midnight comes. Wearing fashion black. She's on a high heel kick. Singing don't look back. And all my broken stars. They can make it shine. And all the motown girls.
there's demonstrations. and demonstrations. listen to the weathermen. they're not saying anything. they're tripping flags for you. this crazy face for you.
Mrs. Jones is 17 and 6 and 24 moderately pretty. She is all the girls you know. We are going far away, we're going for a ride. Mr. Jones has got a plan if you just come inside.
You've got rain in your eyes. And a head full of stars. All the tears you can hold in your hand. And a room full of sleep. And a promise to keep. Isn't it just like love.
9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction.