It's the way we feel. Tonight. As if it's all unreal. All right. My love. Won't you come back to. Our love. You know I'll react to. . The blood that moves my body.
It's the way we feel. Tonight. As if it's all unreal. All right. My love. Won't you come back to. Our love. You know I'll react to. . The blood that moves my body.
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.
It's the weight below us. And our fate before us. Like a rolling thunder. Rolling up from under. Don't ever leave me this way. I know it's getting harder but hey.
Hey, beautiful farm on the top of the hill. Whenever I pass by, I'm thinking I will. Find someone like you, goodbye avenue. And then I'll be yearning for this too.
Oranges on appletrees. Bugs that mate with bumblebees. Oranges on appletrees. . Water comes and water goes. Where it ends up no-one knows for sure. Water rises, waterfalls.
I pace the length of my unmade room. In times of change. My bags are packed, guess I'm leaving the womb. Into the rain. . We never found. A place to hide.
Mary cries out: "for the love of God". As she's walking out of the laundromat. Down the street and it's the short way home. Feeling special cause she's so alone.
We sit and watch umbrellas fly. I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry. I hear myself say. "My boat's leaving now". So we shake hands and cry. Now I must wave goodbye, wave goodbye.
My breath was coming fast. And as I make a start. You turn to go, oh, oh. I'll do what you want me to. I'll cry at the thought of the loss of a heart.
I watch my love, she's sleeping. The air around her deepened. Tomorrow she will smile again. Tomorrow she'll get wild again. . My love. And the moon. Take your time.
Don't be afraid. It's a harmless moon. All we can do. Is to assume. . Our lives must change. A change is due. I hear you say. What are we going to do.
I never saw sunlight. Burn as bright. I never felt darkness. The way I feel it tonight. . You say it's getting better. You say it's alright. But I never felt darkness.
With all our goals and destinations.... Everything must be this way. Vague are hopes. That try our patience. Listen now to what I say. . Oh, lie down in darkness.
It wasn't the rain that washed away. Rinsed out the colors of your eyes. Putting the gun down on the bedside table. I must have realized. . It wasn't the rain that made no difference.