What a lot of talk about it. Ooh such a lotta talk about willpower. Ooh talkin' talkin' talkin' willpower. Desire. Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' about willpower.
Listen to me, tell me what you hear. Is it love or my imagination?. Still I cant breathe without her near. Have I lost my salvation. . And I cant live this way.
Her name was Stella. And she was old and gray. She had her rusty strings and keys. And the tuner, it took a pair of pliers. And lots of elbow grease. She awakened me to the melody.
She loved him most when his eyes were gray. The palest shade of a winter day. They filled her with a raging fire. And a bittersweet desire. . She shined for him like candlelight.