I went to see an old friend. Who was soon to pass away. He said, "My life has been so good to me. Now I've still got one more day". . Now he said that as he watched the morning sun.
Take your situation, all your circumstances. Put it on you like its made to fit you right. Take your friends and family. Take the mile around you. . Take the time that's left and step inside your life.
Secret of a happy marriage. Maybe you should write this down. You wanna keep a love together. The best way is to end it now. . When you both know it's over.
So you're driving from the funeral. Through the desert land. You see something moving. In the wind so wild. . So you stop the car. And you walk out. To the edge of the sand.
I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline. I just watched these ropes give way where they were tied. I could have reached out quick. When the ropes first slipped, if I had tried.
I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain. That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then. It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight.
Show me the secret where you keep it. Show me the secret I can see. Show me the secret where you keep it. Show me the key. . I love the nights when are timing is right.
There's no sense in talking about music, no. Talking of sex can be done. I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all. The directness of sex is more fun.
This great cold steel that bars the way inside. Was molten when the blacksmith was still living. This dead heavy door that's oak by oak. And all the way across is unforgiving.