Slow dancing moving to the rhythm. Of my anger written in stone. There's no reason nobody needs to know. Souls meeting somewhere in the distance. There's no rain or chill in the air.
There's a window by the bedroom door. That never will be opened. If you spend the whole day looking out. And never look within. And your lover and your mother.
The Texas sun beats down upon me. like the devils smile. I'd rather be anywhere else than here. was it a blinding lack of subtlety. or just a lack of style.
The love of my life is a shady lady. Tearin' me up just to bring me down. Used to be calm but now she's crazy. I don't mind. . Tearin' me down like a jungle monkey.
I got no reason for the things I fear. The things that plague me when I see and hear. A dime's a nickel and a nickel's none. I'll throw myself into the Sunday sun.
Tina says, "Don't talk to me like I am deaf and dumb. We've broken down and broken up so much that I am numb. Talk about, don't shout about the people we've become.
I should have known there'd be danger. When I saw your face in the crowd. Now I'm trying to work past my anger. I should know better by now. . I used to believe in the love songs.