Twisted little sister. rollerskate baby. driving me crazy tonight. i'm bound in your luscious chains. beat me and hurt me. i love to get into pain. . you never knew.
Stands all alone. looks in the mirror. and sees what she wanted to be. Safely unknown. . To anyone near her. she sees what she wanted to see. and turns to me.
We dared to ask for more. But that was long before. The nights began to burn. You would have thought we'd learned. You can't make promises. All based upon tomorrow.
baby better get it straight. i'm a nasty kinda date. i like to do it hard. crack the whip. till you're scarred. . down - down on your knees. give a kiss and a squeeze.
Standing alone by the edge of a river. he's traded his life for a glass full of tears. the bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer. when the sand's running out and the ending is near.
So, tell me Christmas. Are we wise. To believe in things we never see. Are prayers just wishes in disguise. And are these wishes being granted me. For now I see.
Sometimes. . Slowly. Time brings revelation. Waiting. . Softly. For someone to believe. That the ghost we've hidden of left to die. . Have now arisen and will arrive.
Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains,. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains.. . Ooh, ooh, ooh.... Gloria, in excelsis Deo!.
(NARRATION). . Now why this man's soul was bleeding. The angel had to understand. So invisible, he stood by him. And then gently touched his hand. . Which caused the man to stand there still.
(Erasmus). . Sleep. Don't turn away. You are the safest way into. Tomorrow. . Dreams. If you will stay. Or at least the best parts let us. Borrow. . Days are counted 'til they're gone.
In the middle of a forest. There's a clearing by a stream. Where a mother holds her newborn. And the child begins to dream. . And he dreams of hopes unspoken.
Remember last Christmas Eve. When we sat next to our first tree. Ornaments reflected light. Of a candle in the night. . And I gave you a music box. Back then that seemed like so much.
(BEETHOVEN). . In this world of curmumstance. Children never fear forever. And this moment that enchants. Someday we may both remember. . Then. Maybe then.
MIXED AMONG THE LETTERS. WAS A YOUNG BOY'S SCHOOL REPORT. ABOUT THE THREE WISE MEN. AND HOT THEY WERE NEARLY CAUGHT. . NOW MANY BOOKS HAVE BEEN WRITTEN.