The way that sunlight flits across your skirt,. makes me feel I'm from another world,. To touch your face in the morning light.. I hope you're always gonna be around..
Abandoned by all her admirers. Wild White Shadow Waltz. Stands alone on a stair down the hall. Just one slip from a trip and a fall. . In a cold morning, holding her lighter.
We crashed through crazed glass in the white-hot burst of the fiery blast. We flared through choked air, in the deafening blare, in the scattering ash.
Through the wall in a soft spring rustle. Street-side selling some summer hustle. Across the Maple Street in a bristling fall. Just whistling all's a balled-up riddle.
We need a myth. We need an amethyst bridge. We need a high hanging cliff. Jump, fall and lift. We can make it. . But we need a myth. We need a path through the mist.
Throttling, hurtling, just going, going. And hurting, going. But it's gone, it's going. And not knowing where, in the ground or in the air. A golden stare, whatever.
Someone said to me, "I'll come into your dream. And speak it to you." I already knew. I found her in an attic where, dramatically, she leaned in to me.
Watch the sun switching in the sky, off and on,. where our friend stands bleeding on the late summer lawn,. a slicked back bloody black gunshot to the head..
All the riders on the rise. Circlers from every side. All the riders on the rise. Circlers from every side. . Eyes up!. Light floods around. In a yellow shadow after night.
Young, stay young. Stay strong, don't get on with it. Gone, way gone with it. It's all done with it. You're all done. . All my friends are running to live.
All we seem to do is talk about it. we always end up shouting about it. there was a time when we could overcome it. But it's too late to say we'll just forget it.
Baby's ball is all blood red like flayed pigs. And silk soft little things. Fill a house hung from strings. And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings.
Who wrote those lines on the wall?. Let's retrace where they scrawled ancient characters. It's 2: 00 and your sister's slip, it falls. And the afternoon crawls across the room and tackles her.
Three brides before breakfast. These rails just wrecked us. My right hand on my heart. While my left hand snaps your necklace. . Each day gets a little more scary.
Misty, when you want to hit those wedding bells. You should stop yourself. You should see yourself angry. Screaming to the ceiling, girl, you look like hell.
I thought I saw my god. Through phrase and a ton of blood. And somehow tipped each club. And half completes the half. The things I thought about. The riches who die.
I am a dull and simple lad. Cannot tell water from champagne. And I have never met the Queen. And I wish I could have all he has got. . I wish I could be like David Watts.
Tell me a reason. To break things off. Stop the bleeding. When it's my season. Mind was just revving. Your eyes they went hard. Our parents were freaking.
What this night wants is what it gets. Strung in silken knots. Lit by cigarettes flaring side by side,. With the streets all wet,. As the only thing that's bright..
Spit into the center of your hometown. There's leaves in the street. And there are friends around you now. All the days of your life in a line. Or the way they seemed by '89.