Don't put this note by your face on the pillow. Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart. Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools.
There's a ladder tear in my high ideals. Like I took a chair on the battlefield. And any noble fire that was burning in my chest. Is acid in my belly at the very best.
And if it rains all day. Call on you, I'll call on you. Like I used to. . Slide down beside and wrap you in stories. Tailored entirely for you. I'll remind you.
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid. . I've been working on a cocktail called "Grounds For Divorce", whoa. Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleep, whoa.
Grace under pressure. Cooling palm across my brow. Eyes of an angel. Lay me down. . Grace under pressure. Cooling palm across my brow. Eyes of an angel.
Before leaving get to the bar. No one round here makes you pay. Never very good at goodbyes. So gentle shoulder charge. Love you mate. . Love you mate.
Lost in a lullaby. Side of the road. Melt in a memory. Slide in a solitude. Not 'til I can read by the moon. Am I going anywhere. Not 'til I can read by the moon.
They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again. And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain. The sun's had enough and the simmering sky. Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire.
Flying dream 143. I stretched out my arms. And my feet left the floor. And how all fifteen (ahem) stone flew to you. I don't know. . Related. . 23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love.
It's cooler now. An opening of the senses. She's snowy wise. Lined and kind. Pen in her mouth. Hair in pencils. . It's cooler now. An opening of the senses.
All the fallen angels. Roostin' in this place. Count back the weeks on worried fingers. Virgin mother whatserface. . You don't need to sleep alone. You bring the house down.
Don't mix your drinks. Don't mix with him. It will kill you one day. Good advice, sound advice. Why can't you be. Like him, like me. Look what you could achieve.
Dear friends. You are angels and drunks. You are may child. Old friends. . You stuck a pin in my pile of sin. And this is a note for a road sign. Cuttin' the breeze in this tennesee sundown.
Found a hole and slipped on through. Kissed the stone and learnt the lines. Jumped the cue all the time forgetting you. . Best dishevelled lover 3yrs running.
It's crawling with idiot. I'm itching to leave. I'm soft with fatigue I need something. . I've never seen anything quite like you. In here. . Come on it's not serious.
Space, Age-in baby. Right right right right. One time. Beyotch!. Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!. . One: Too $hort, Eightball.
Tu ru tu ru. Tu ru tu tu. Tu tu tu. Tu ru tu ru. Tu ru tu tu. . Al had the guile and the sideways smile. Bad boy and God. Beck knew how to push a boy to blush.
Were you crushed?. Did I rush you?. All my time is yours. My twisted heart is yours. The faithless shit is yours. The shameless fits of love. That only smother you for moments.
You're a girl in this vicinity. I'm a dog without a collar on. This cattle-market cabaret. Is the Sabbath every Saturday. I'm full of wit and chivalry.
What's got into me?. Can't believe myself. Must be someone else. Must be someone else. . Must be. Any day now. How's about getting out of this place? Any ways.