Is there time to make up and cry?. Is there time to make up and cry?. Are you missing her?. Are you missing her?. Are you missing her?. Are you?. . Is there time to make you feel nice?.
Time rise. Time fall. Time leaves you nothing,. Nothing at all. . Words, just words don't know. Words take you nowhere,. Nowhere to go, to go.. . Back.
There is a time to laugh. And a time to cry. And there is a time to accept. And a time to deny. . There is a time to be strong. And a time to be weak.
I find myself singing the same songs everyday. One's that make me feel good. When things behind the smile ain't okay. . Around and over and in between the seas.
How come, girl was there when I needed one. How come, girl was there when the song is done. Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light. Okay, open my hart and never lie.
I've got to buy some shoes. These ones are getting loose. My feet are shrinking in the sun and it ain't fun. But it looks like rain up ahead in forty miles.
No time frame, for what I need to do today. Here at the Yellow House. I think that I'm gonna play. With some free livin' lads down the street. Away's away.
No time frame, for what I need to do today. Here at the Yellow House. I think that I'm gonna play. With some free livin' lads down the street. Away's away.
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the puddles gather rain. And all I can do is just pour some tea for two. And speak my point of view but it's not sane, it's not sane.
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the puddles gather rain. And all I can do is just pour some tea for two. And speak my point of view but it's not sane, it's not sane.
All alone the broadening skies under the every night I will lie. Scratching claw and grip the rails every day my living hell. Oh God you know I tried, I know how hard I've tried.
I was born on the banks off a hot muddy river. The child of one stupid steamy night. Born to roam beneath the sun. What do you think of me, I'm better left alone.
I have no fingertips, they were burned away from too many stove trips. Can't find no fingernails, I ate them off 'cause I was hungry as hell. Can't read, can't clear my mind.
Grab my knee and look at me. And try to tell me, I'll be home soon. Asleep in my bed and unstoned. I'm tired of me this way. . I don't know what I've gotten into.
Come now, listen babe. I gotta reason why I behave. Like a child with a light in eyes. Runnin' naked on a cold and winter night. . I am like a pigeon that is spreadin'.