Enough with the mood lighting, I'm not in the mood. Apparently I don't have the right attitude. Do you think this is a sense, maybe that's what we need.
Written by Lucy Kaplansky, Richard Litvin. . I can bend back. And reach the days. When everything was new. When witches were birds that lived in trees.
There are demons in the water. There are devils in the sea. There are dangers in the current. When the tide goes out of me. . I could drink you under the table.
We were sitting at a cafe. You were listening like you had nothing better to do. You were feigning interest badly. I guess interest is too hard for you.
There is no one else around the road is quiet, the only sound. Is wind that sounds like cars that sound like breathing. The desert air is hot and dry two lanes weaving earth and sky.
Sadness is a little boy looking. Out the window high above the city,. Counting statues of people on the buildings,. Thinking that the people are forever,.
Let me sit beside you, take a good long look at you. I'll memorize you, so I always find you. Smiling at me in my rear view. In the broken white line that takes me from you.
Woke up scared in the middle of the night. He reached for the bottle and turned on the light. Looked at the clock, this can't be right. I'm not dreaming.
It's not the altitude. That takes my breath away. And makes my body think the air's too thin. It's not the bourbon, you've been drinking. That burns like autumn leaves against my skin.
I have words in me that I need to tell you,. There are times in my life, when I know what I want,. I walked away once before, I won't walk away again,.
Remember when they took him in the middle of the night. And nobody told you where he'd gone?. Death in with morning light and touched your father's hand.
Five in the morning, lying in bed. Listening to the thunderstorm in her head. Looks around the room as she opens her eyes. Pictures on the mantle of a life gone by.
I used to hear him sing in a Bleecker Street bar. On that tiny stage with a borrowed guitar. His voice cut through like a speeding car. Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar.
Tear me out of you, come on, try. Tear me out of anything, come on, try. Give me a little light. A mirror and some smoke. . I am an amulet, wish upon me.
I am so cold, I want you to heat me. I am so tired, I want you to carry me. I am so torn, I want you to mend me. I am so quiet, find words for me. . chorus:.