The cold has a voice. It talks to me. Stillborn by choice. It airs no need. To hold. . Old man feels the cold .... Oh baby don't. 'cause I've been told:.
Can't stop thinking 'bout it. It fills me with unease. Out there by the roadside. Something's buried. Under sycamore leaves. . Wet grounds, late September.
Indah walau sederhana. . segera bergegas dari rumah. Untuk pergi bersama kawan-kawan. Nikmati hari penuh warna. bersama si kaleng bernama Vespa. . Berkeliling kota suka-suka.
The soft rains of april are over. the soft rains of april are over, over. anybody home now. i am on the phone now, please.... The soft rains of april are over.
Your coat is hanging loosely. On your slender frame. There's many roads to leave by. But few come back again. . I don't believe it. I believe it. . Take a look around and see.
When you were wrapped in tangles. I was free. And when you were undecided. I believed. . It's all right tonight. On a deep blue mountain high. . The shapes that go together.
Was that somebody screaming?. It wasn't me for sure. I lift my head up from uneasy pillows. Put my feet on the floor. Cut my wrist on a bad thought. And head for the door.