I know it's late. I know the curtain's drawn over your window. Maybe fate, or maybe just the tug of lonely made me call. But anyway, love, I'm hearing bells.
This desire. . I come home high, and she start to cry. I can't take it. A brand new excuse does me no use. That won't make it. She at home with the kids, this is no way to live.
Flying high in the friendly sky. Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no. Rest of the folks are tired and weary. Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down..
is this the best you have to offer us?. you genius, your hair mussed. by now you must have heard about the whirling world outside. twist a knife in it, i don't care.