I pin myself against the walls. Stationed like a horse in stall. Just wishing. They might call me art. There I hung in the hall. Collecting dust, that's all.
Tell me of the things you feel. Of the visions inside your head. Surely your symphony. Could be playing with me instead. . Can't you see me standing here?.
Remembering the wind. Kiss soft the evening's end. I'm floating in a world of. Where I wanna be. . I've played it in my mind. At least a million times.
Straight onto the beating path. Phase down into its aftermath. Kills me to find myself here at last. . I blame it on my human side. I blame it on the other guy.
One says love is tragic, one says miracle. One becomes a skeptic, one is vulnerable. It? s sad to me how quickly we define. What? s wrong with yours is right with mine.
So peculiar you're way too familiar. Oh and so hard to ignore. But somehow it makes sense. That this acquaintance. Keeps me coming back for more. . Then suddenly you got me.
Sunday, Sunday. The one day I revere. Sunday, Sunday. Let no one interfere. . Six days a week, waiting. I spend waiting to be spending. Sunday, Sunday.
So I find myself and what I became. Having nowhere else to lay the blame. The darker side of me in my discovery. The shadow and the frame are indeed the same.
In love comes waltzing in. And gives my head a spin. With the unsuspecting one. Whose world turns upside down. Shattering the ground. Other expectations.
you know it's true. there's not much you can do. but just try and ride it through. . let love carry you. only love. can bring you down. . only love. brings you back around.
Once I turned the TV on. I saw the green grass on the lawn. I don't know why it struck me off. That life was perfect as a catalog. I guess I'm just a jealous dog.
Everything I do. Deliberately for you. And everything I see. I'm seeing differently. From every point of view. It's happening with you. . In this crazy.
Starving, I've got this hunger. Growling from deep within. Carving internal thunder. Oh, a craving that wears me thin. . Well, it's hard to ingest so many faces.
My ordinary days. Are spent inside the maze. Of never changing ways. Such ordinary days. . My ordinary spin. Showed itself again. It never seems to end.
Curious and bored, stumbled through the door. Tripping over expectations she never knew before. Then, curiosity turns her gaze to me. I think she caught me staring at her, I just had to see.
If I were near you would you feel me there?. Could you feel me moving softly through the air?. Lay me down and still your mind say nothing, nothing. Now close your eyes.
Angel, angel from the sky. Came right down to sit beside. This lonely achin' heart of mine. That now, folks, feels sublime. . Now I'm a walkin', talkin' and a spinnin'.
All too often I set my life aside.. All Too often my dreams went sailing by.. A chance of freedom, a chance of fate, a chance I'll take.. . Oh leave it all to disappear. I'm heading anywhere but here..