I was talking when I should have been listening. I didn't hear a word that anyone said. It must not have been so very important. 'Cause I was concerned about instead.
There's a girl who lives on Heaven Hill. I go up to her cabin still. She keeps a lantern lit for me. And a bottle up on her mantelpiece. . She's the girl who lives on Heaven Hill.
Hey little girl wanna go for a ride?. There's room and my wagon is parked right outside. We can cruise down Rober Street all night long. But I think I'll just rape you and kill you instead.
I was talking. When I should have been listening. I didn't hear a word that anyone said. It must not have been so very important. 'Cause I was concerned about instead.
There's a girl who lives on Heaven Hill. I go up to her cabin still. She keeps a lantern lit for me. And a bottle up on her mantelpiece. . She's the girl who lives on Heaven Hill.
Well, I see you walking down the road. And the thoughts within my mind explode. But having to hold back taught me a lot about control. And letting all loose at once.
There was no one all around. There was no one there but me. I was staring out a window. I was standing by the sea. . The waves kept on repeating. Each one crashing to the shore.
With grandmother's face and her father's brown eyes. Her own force of will to her mother's surprise. Whole look about her that says that she may. She lifted her arms and she floated away.
Going out each day to score, she was no whore but for me. Celebrating every day the way she thought it should be. . And I don't know what to do. Now that pink has turned to blue.
Only angels have wings, girl. And poets have all the words. The earth belongs to the two of us. And the sky belongs to the birds. . You've given me so much happiness.
I've got something she wants. She's got something I need. Got a lock on my heart. She's got the key. . Softly spoken words of love. These are what she said to me.
A nine digit number. For every living soul. That is all they talk about. At Data Control. They know everything about you. Keeping secrets is too hard.
Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere. Somewhere, you know that it's true. Together we went nearly to nowhere. Nowhere really worth going to.