I am colorblind. Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside. . I am ready. I am ready. I am ready. I am.... . Taffy stuck and tongue-tied. Stutter shook and uptight.
All my friends got flowers in their eyes. But I got none this season. All of last year's blooms have gone and died. Time doesn't give a reason. Hey baby, do you ask yourself sometimes.
I was down at the New Amsterdam. Staring at this yellow-haired girl. Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation. With this black-haired Flamenco dancer. . And she dances while his father plays guitar.
What's there that makes you want to be lonely?. What's there to keep you sitting at home?. He'd always say no, no, no. As if he wanted you to be hungry.
On certain Sundays in November. When the weather bothers me. I empty drawers of other summers. An' where my shadows used to be. . She is standing by the water.
I said goodnight L.A.. 'Cause I'm awake in my room. I've been up for 38 hours. And it don't look like sleep's coming soon. . 'Cause I could break like a bird.
Fadin' everything to black and blue. You look a lot like you. Shatter in the blink of an eye. You keep sailin' right on through. Every time you say you're learning.
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand. Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?. I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now.
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird. I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers. And all other instruments of faith, sex and God.