I wouldn't recommend what I have done. No the prophets pointed out where I went wrong. Singing, go figure our true desires. My darling, stand by your gun.
I feel your head resting heavy on your single bed. I want to hear all about it. Get it all of your chest, oh. I feel the tears and you're not alone, oh.
I walk past the buildings of an architect's un-imagination. Returning to the venue where we had that very first conversation. To see you again, to be your friend, to hold you in my mind.
He won't tell her what is going on. He won't tell her what is going on. Well try'o try o, lie'o lie o. He won't tell her what is going on. . You may think that he's a demolition expert.
My house in Budapest, my. My hidden treasure chest. Golden grand piano. My beautiful Castillo. . You. You. I''d leave it all. . My acres of a land. I have achieved.
Barcelona, I still long to hold her once more. My boots of leather from Europe. I gather you know, know. . Every time you have to go. Shut my eyes and you know.