When I fear I believe when I'm safe I turn away. Just who do I deceive, as I change from day to day. . Like sand through my fingers I watch you slip away.
There she lies silent in slumber. How she moves my soul in precious moments like these. The scent on her skin makes me remember. Wonders of a woman that are not always seen.
Like a desert blooms with new fallen rains. Joy You bring me makes me live just the same. like a northern star that shines through the night. the peace you offer feels so right.
Help, I have done it again. I have been here many times before. Hurt myself again today. And the worst part is there's no one else to blame. . Be my friend.
God knows I work, so many hours. I neeed a change of scene. I know some day I will fight the power. To be a man of means. . Be a part of that game. Where your money's talking.
A painted lady sings a lullaby. A raindrop falls from an empty sky. A steamboat's lying on a river bed. The captain smiles and his eyes are red. . Mississippi water washing over me.
She's a lady you'll remember. Wrapped in mystery and style. She's just one of love's pretenders. On her heart you can't rely. . When she's dressed to kill, have you the strength of will, to turn away.
Give me time to care. The moment's here for us to share. Still my heart is not always there. What more can I say to you?. . Could I lie to you?. I'm just too weak to face the truth.
As I watch you move. Across the moonlit room. There's so much tenderness in your loving. Tomorrow I must leave. The dawn knows no reprieve. God, give me strength when I am leaving.
Endlessly walking through a winter thats so bitterly cold. Christmas is coming all the stores are wrapped in their neon glow. But I don't feel festive.
Every move you made before was never meant for real. Over my naivety is this how I should feel?. Burning with my own desire, visions that all seem so clear.
I can't stand this tension. I'm pulling out my hair. I sweat blood, day and night for you. You know this can't be fair. . Tearing at my very soul. Wounding me with words.
If only I'd tried a little harder. To reach this goal. To reach your soul. If only we'd been a little closer. If only we'd pulled together. I'll try to leave behind.
In the corner of a bar a fat man sweats with a fistful of Dirty Dollars. Well he pushed so far when he tried to bet like Newman in the Hustler. . There's a baby blonde with cool blue eyes she wants to be Monroe.
I try to paint pictures drawn from my world. A song is my canvas, brush strokes are words. But do i portray love, that is just my ideal. Like sculptures of stone that can never be real.