Some mornings I pray for evening. For the day to be done. And some summer days I hide away. And wait for rain to come. . 'Cause it turns out hell will not be found.
Oh the birds are ringing in. The opening act of spring. And I have fallen down and I'm so much worse than I have ever been. Oh the season's acting strange.
We had a difficult winter. We had rough few months. When the storms came in off the coast. It felt like they broke everything on us at once. . It's easy enough to talk about Blitz spirit.
By the waters of the Thames. I resolve to start again. To wash my feet and cleanse my sins. To lose my cobwebs on the wind. To fix the parts of me I broke.
God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more.. You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,. Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor,. Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt..
God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more.. You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,. Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor,. Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt..
Oh it's payday, yes it's payday. I got my pay cheque from the man. There's not so many jobs that I can get these days. With these marks all over my hands.
Why didn't you call?. My phone's always on. Why didn't you call?. Before you got gone. And I don't know for certain what I would have said. But now I am helplessly silent instead.
On the twenty-eighth of january. Nineteen eighty-six. Christa McAuliffe gazed in horror as the O-rings failed. And she died, and she died, and she died.
Blacking in and out in a strange flat in East London.. Somebody I don't really know just gave me something. To help settle me down and to stop me from always thinking about you.
Man, we used to be brothers. Superheroes and warriors. Cowboys and Indians, train drivers. Everything rolling through the endless summers. . But everything changes.
Waoaooahhhhhhh. . I was somewhere down the road but there's a ditch yeah there's a hole that marks the spot where you will lie when you are culled. And you can run and you can hide you can bitch and you can whine.
Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York. I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard. I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read.
Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York. I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard. I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read.
I'm love forty down. As the match slips away from me. I need the crowd to pray for me. To turn this one around. I've worked far to hard to be this far from victory.
Oh my broken battered body,. In the days when I was younger,. Used to fix itself quick sharp. After every slip and stumble.. But these days I'm collecting scars that don't seem to fade,.
I heard the name Josephine. . It came to me in dream. . And I don't usually set too much store by the things these things might mean. . It was spoken with seriousness.
I can see you are hurting,. beneath your new red dress. . Beneath your sharp new shoes and your new tattoos,. you are directionless.. . And I know you've been working,.
I got me a shovel. And I'm digging a ditch. And I'm going to fight for this four square feet of land like a mean old son of a bitch. I got me a future.
If life gives you demons, make a deal. Meet them at the crossroad, cross your fingers, and sign a seal. Hey philosophers, make way. Pascal never had too much stomach for gambling anyway.