The book of love is long and boring. No one can lift the damn thing. It's full of charts and facts and figures. And instructions for dancing. . But I.
I should have forgotten you long ago. But you're in every song, I know. Whining and pining is wrong and so. On and so forth, of course, of course. But no, you can't have a divorce.
Some roads are only seen at night. Ghost roads, nothing but neon signs. But some nights the neon gas gets free. Turns into walking dead like me. . And I've been makin' promises I know I'll never keep.