I'd play all day if I could. But I haven't got all the time in the world. . Your head hangs down, hangs down. Your face so long, so long. Your weight carries.
I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed.. I grew up where growing up makes me awkward and proud.. I grew up were it was a difficult drive to the airport,.
No teacher to follow, no prophet to tell me how,. But I know what I want, I know what I want now. Like water, it rushes,. it's the last thing you see when you close your eyes.
When all the stars were falling,. I reached up like you said.. All the stars were falling,. one hit me in the head,. and I fell down, down, down.. I fell down, down..
This isn't what I like to call flattery,. but I know that I believe that I've found what's true. that I've found what's you.. Truthfully I. I'm finding finally..
I did not want to be stuck. one second longer than I had to be there,. stuck inside the door.. I'm always scared I'll slam my fingers in the door. because the last time that I left.
Who would steal on Sunday?. Who'd made them believe make believe?. Who'd buy a prayer when you can pray for free?. If the way you drank your coffee was the way you looked at me,.
I'm going as far as I can go, away from here. Away from you, Jake, and the hole you've sunk me into.. I wish that I could belong here, with you. but that's not all that I'm about..
Skeleton boy by the side of the road.. He warned me, he told me;. he said, "There's this woman, she's a hurricane,. she will heal your heart up, and she is hurrying.".
I didn't come this far for you to make this hard for me.. And now you want to ask me "how"?. It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?.
I see the lights move on the ceiling.. And I see the stars up in the lights.. I see the moonbeams on your forehead there,. and I think about the Garden of Delights..
"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said. As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.. "It makes my heart heavey, you're lonely, I think.. Oh Rose, you're sad, I suppose.".
You want to dance with the angels?. Then embroider me with gold, and I will fly with the angels. and you can dance with me.. Sing with the angels?. Then show me a song, and I will strum with the angels.
I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed.. I grew up where growing up makes me awkward and proud.. I grew up were it was a difficult drive to the airport,.