I am a ragdoll, limping this bed. A little worn out from the fun that we had. But nothing's broken just feeling open. It's not like I'm thinking 'bout my wedding day.
Stop by a nightmare on a dark road today. Such a wind through his white hair,. Such a grin on his face.. His eyes were like distance and he bore into mine..
Drifter, what about her conversation?. Drifter, how about an explanation?. Where you go when you receive?. And why you never let her feed?. On all that truth you hold so dear.
This is how my heart heard. That little thing in tears, they call the truth. It said, "Be done with her, she's done with you". This is how my heart heard.
All the shadows blue, in the winter moon. The stars within the darkness. They remember you and they sorrow too. With all the winds that blow. . Every book you'd read, in the evening breeze.
Still youre near.. Still you call.. The fears and sighs, I hear them all.. . Like those Christmas times,. When we would not sleep,. Just lay there warm and proud --.
And there were mermaids, weren't there?. Sweet, silver mermaids. All through that gray Trafalgar square. Such silver mermaids. . And they were young and they were fair.
And there was gone and there was ever more. And there was wheretofore hast thou. And what heretofore but not for ever more. Not for evermore, now. . O Lord, went away.
So good to meet you, Mr. Chess. I've always heard that you're the best. At housing knights. And castles high up in the air. . So I beseech you, Mr. Chess.
There the bones do sleep. And there the soul is soul. And there the Gods do weep. When the angels fall. . But here the thoughts won't keep. And here the blood runs cold.
Oh, so cold. . Evening gray consumed in dark. No more day to hold me. Sounds won't stay to play their part. Only what strangers told me. Why is the ghost who listens so cold and alone?.
Simon, he was a man. Held his heart out in his hand. A hollow land of autumn breeze. . Evenings in the brittle rain. Leaves that fill the barren plain.
If, again, you wander. If, too soon again, you wander. Far away, far away. Let this, too, be with you. An old tune somewhere within you. Far away, far away.
There is a swan-white curtain. Somewhere within the sky. It's known of every sermon. Every anguished cry. The howls of hopeless people. Frightened and alone.