Was golden day November, a one long year ago. I came to stay the holiday into your mountain home. I came to share your friendship and sing those fireside songs.
Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three. That was my best guess. But hey, here I am this morning. Singing happy birthday to me. . As I clean up all this mess.
I used to know a love song. It was something about a flower. Blossomed out too early. When a sunny day turned sour. . Only for an hour. There's a blossom in the snow.
Fearless love, fearless love. Fearless love makes you cross the border. . At your church they asked for volunteers. To make a presence in the park. That's where the wicked planned to demonstrate.
Everything I knew falls away. All the shining lights and music will not stay. . Everything I do falls away. All the songs that I remember will not play.
An angel appeared in a holy vision. Stood by my bedside in shivering light. Spoke my name, told me my mission. I could not believe I was hearing him right.
Somewhere deep in the Midwest. There's a middle aged man in a mid-size car. Driving down the middle of the road. In the middle of the night. . He's in the middle of his mid-life crisis.
Under the castle in the land of snore. Down in the dungeon where the weird are stored. All the different and the outcast sneak back home. After laughing in the bright lights all night long.
Do I dare believe and let love lead my life?. Could I not believe and leave that love behind?. Do I dare believe and let love lead my life?. Could I not believe and leave that love behind?.
I'm dangerously romantic. When the leaves are comin' down. When the air was clear this mornin'. And the frost still on the ground. . When I wore those cozy woolen gloves.
Look what daddy bought her for her birthday. Well, it's idling beside me at the light. And sweet sixteen is fussing in her rear view mirror. Making sure her hairdo looks alright.
The wind is right for sailing. The tide is right to go. So, come away to sea with me. There's things that you should know. . There's things I'd like to tell you.
You ever wonder why you get a cold. Look at the word, spell it, C-old. C-old, you're pulled over by the reaper for a warning. . He says,"I clocked you thinking 80.
She had some extra money. She wanted to buy time. Her friends said it was dangerous. But they couldn't change her mind. . She did if for her mirror. And for the ocean's summer sand.
Her car is how she left it, no dust has gotten in. The key turns on the dash lights and the CD player spins. You hear her favorite music, the words she used to sing.
Thank God, life's uncertain. Thank God we get so scared. We can't see behind this curtain. So this world seems so unfair. . Look, imagine life some other way.
After your orgasm the world is a different place. The world is a different place. After your orgasm when we slide out of bed. . We stay slippery, we stay slippery.