Well, it's not for me to say. But I can't see what you see in him anyway. But such righteousness in me. Is not a nice thing to display. . And who am I.
Now we're in twin cities. Where the Mississippi rises and then falls. One is Minneapolis. And the other no less famous is St. Paul? s. . There are stray dogs on the highway.
The highlands and the lowlands. Are the roots my father knows. The holidays at Oban. And the towns around Montrose. But even as he sleeps. They're loading bombs into the hills.
I know you rather talk instead. About the things inside your head. Everythin', everythin' that I overheard. Tells me you just don't have the words. . 'Cause you never learned to speak the language of life.
Tears all over town. Tears all over town. Tears all over town. . Don't be unkind, for once be untrue. And can't pretend I care for her, only you. Just be on time, spare me your shame.