You so much feel for the one you love. Not knowing when is somewhere bound. Caught in the seaming seeing of your beauty form. . She is not an unknown emotion.
With a turn of phase I'm a symphony. A sacrifice like a flame. To a breeze with heated lip bound up to adore. And like Oliver do you want a little more?.
My heart's getting bigger. So I need a new pant size. When you're the tower of strength. People climb up your backside. . So you don't stay that way too long.
Look outside it's nice enough. But we'll stay in with all our stuff. This is dedication more than love. . My cowardice is what you need. So your vanities can breed.
We're not accustomed. So much to this type of discussion. As we are to a different thing, yeah. . What you bring. To something I don't know about. So please feel free to tell me, to tell me.
Swords and pens and tears and blood. Emotion, demotion and skin that's so tough. If I can live through this then that is enough. Learn and earn devotion and trust when.
Sail into the holy land. Stick your flag in the air. Metal dressed up conquerer. Make murder everywhere. . Put your sword in the stone. And leave it there.
There was bread. Now it's crumbs. Inside each head. There's a piece that's small and dumb. . When some thing's big and beautiful. Give it time. I'll make it small and dirty.
John was a metal-headed monster. He caught a piece of the earth. Sometimes he flew off the handle. But that was his handle. . Jack Hammer. C'mon, c'mon good buddy.
Could it be you're the one?. Maybe I'm now the lucky guy. Or should I turn and run?. It's so easy to see that I. . Could wash your feet. And fill your womb.
A brush with death should make me beautiful. Who gave the crow that telling voice?. Felt good enough to go and do some damage. Releasing that important crowing noise.
Hey, there, little earth girl. Would you like to take a whirl. In my little flying saucer?. We'll read Chaucer. And cruise through the stellar plasma fields.
I wanna make every woman I see. I wanna make every woman I see. Do you know what's the matter with me?. I'm a heterosexual man, just a heterosexual man.
It's early morn, the birds are gone. No need to wake up the bed's so warm. And open wide. There's no one sleeping at my side. . It was the break of dawn.
Like ghost games. I conjure up pictures of events in my mind. The swearing and the cannons of laughter. Buzz of static counting out time. . What I wish would have happened.
There is always someplace safer than the playground. So let's walk to our private beach at night. We could always roll these drums down the sand dunes.
Double speak, well, hold it a minute. You will defend your stake in it. Please pretend and keep crusading. It's the only way to make sure that you look foolish.
I'd like to build. A ladder right up to the sky. Then I would climb. . I would climb so high. I could step right over every mile. Between you and I. .
My droopy eyed Madonna. A triple fire alarm. All the other rogues and darlings. Get sent to the farm. . I don't need to deceive you. 'Cause I feel no pain.
Making babies, buying houses. A French guy's name is on our trousers. We used to be such rabble rousers. Before the world revolved around us. . I've been domesticated blind.