: In the dead of night i still remember, every word we spoke in secret. songs we didnt get to finish, fill my mind. in the dead of night im writing them
: I've got a friend who carries flowers, Everywhere he goes, He pics a new one every day, And everybody knows. I've got a friend who brought a picture
: The sound of money the sound of pain Made me start thinking I'm better off insane She's so tired that she hardly speaks You can tell she lost her
: Hey darlin you paint a pretty picture the sun is clouded but we'll find our way home casting shadows on the pavement, dancing toe to toe is this all
: Always got one foot out the door (Where you going?) It's making it so hard to say (Goodbye) It's making it so hard to say (Goodbye) Only kissing me
: I found another naked moment a new forever kind of love i traced the sunrise, rode upon it and wrote another song about it in the sun and in the
: The heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room It spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold And I lay in my twisted sheets, and stare
: (Instrumental)
: Virginia is almost sleeping, that night is getting older There is static on the TV, and she's lying on the sofa The cats crawl over her Jenny is in
: We escape from the house As the day disappears from the sky into night We became what we wanted to be Like a dream or a ghost I collapse out of turn
: I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime when the leaves change I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime when the leaves change
: How many lights do you see? How many lights do you see? There's one to say that night has come And there's one that guards this jagged shore And there
: Meaning is sometimes hard to spot It begins with the flickering of cigarettes In the darkness of a dorm room Somewhere in the suffocated mid-west
: Tell me what you wanted to hear Let me do the right thing Let me do the wrong thing And if it's ever this clear I will only say it once Just let me
: Emily, sing something sweet for me I want to feel the warmth inside your heart Emily, sing something sweet for me I need to feel those words out of
: It is not the past few days That have made me feel this way And it is not the tiny marks of doubt That cover everything I see It is just the way she
: My grandfather's name was moon Because his eyes were bright and round And no amount of time or liquor could dull them My grandmother's name was joy