Dazed in the twilight. I see the mayfly fly. Clustering 'round streetlamps of a small town. Rush around, around. Flicker to the ground like snow.... Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders.
It's unclear why we have to wait. . One more day in here, and it could be too late. . And all this time has passed us by kissing yesterday goodbye. . Yesterday flies by, senses multiply.
Baby sings the blues for you. She may get happy later. Baby cries for comfort. For something to surround her. . And when she sings it you believe her.
Have you ever wondered much at all. About your behavior?. Or worried about the role you play. Grey against the scenery?. . Black cloud goes by, black cloud, blue sky.
I have visions, I have views. And the sandman in my shoes. Take me dreaming where the waters lie. I have apples in my eyes. I have blackbirds in my pies.
Within the hall of mirrors. Within a crowd of you. Where you're gathering in cloudform. Refusing what is true. Uncertainties reflecting all along the way.
She saw that he closed the door. She stole a look in the guarded book. His prose was a line of crows. On a washing line in the summer time. And the wind blew the crows around.
Were you looking for a sister?. Or looking for your mother?. I was looking for a love inspired. I didn't need a little brother to hold. When the wind blew cold.
Ride on the storm I made. I glide on. the ashes of the sky. My blue raincoat. makes me say 'No' today. Hey, when. does weather ever change. Some finer day, say things go my.
Let me steal away. Here I'm growing pale. Like the leaves decay. As summer fades away. Let me see the rain. Kiss the window pane. 'Neath the tree we wait.
Madeleine hears the bohemians say. She's selfish and crazy which isn't so far from the truth. She's the essence of youth. The flower you place on eternity's grave.
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Behind me, a caravan weighed down. With bad dreams and ghosts of apologies. There's no room, no room inside. For a hitcher with a suitcase of pride. .
Late last night, about a quarter to twelve. In the middle of an awful storm. I took fright at the terrible sight. Of a raven flying into my room. My blood ran cold, my heart stood still.
I'm nowhere that I've ever been. I'm no-one, I can't remember me. Make it all go. You're showing me heaven. When your door is always closed. Like the church doors are.
After laughing at the stars the time. Arrives to coincide with all the chaos and. The sparks of when two worlds collide. And it's been hours now; feels like days..
Is it fair to say the world's gone bad?. Is it fair to say that we've been had? i'm. Thinking it over, think it over again.. . This is the time to set the world alight..
Up, down. Spin me round. Pin me down. Yes, no, overthrown. Come and go. In my bed I laze in doubt. Can't decide which side to get out. Sun shines, well, ain't that fine.
It doesn't hurt me when you pull my. strings... My purse, my heart, guitar. and everything. These demands are slowly. turning me into something of a tragedy /.
The sacred and the scared align and. Call on me to break the ballerina's spine.. My heart has fallen where he lands, when. He lands.. The sound of every word you said hit.