: She'll be gone soon You can have me for yourself She'll be gone soon You can have me for yourself But do give Just give me today Or you will just
: Crossroads and given the option To pass and look back at goals I've missed Rainbows of burning bridges If you squint a little more it looks the
: Hey baby, Mrs. Cold Acting so tough, didn't know you had it in you so be hurt at all You waited too long You should've hook me, before I put my raincoat
: You set yourself above That all forgiving god You claim that you believe in Your kind is gonna fall Your ship is sinking fast And all your able men
: The telegraph gave us hope Before was the silence and the panic it brought The sky was the blankest sheet We drew lines upon it So our thoughts could
: I?m letting go To see if you hold onto me I?m in doubt of what is thought and what is real In our room Between the shapes I thought I knew A guilty
: So we meet again after several years Several years of separation Moving on, moving around Till* we spend this time chasing the other's tail Ohohohoh
: I see you changing girl ?From Day to Day ?Impressed by and trying to imitate? Those who are older ?Those who are colder ?Suddenly embarrassed by your
: Feeling the comfort of eyes is your sole intention We all want to be understood unconditionally But you have to realize that a viewer needs distance
: Beauty memories of all the places we captured without camera we've seen the pyramids we've seen the Louvre we've seen Orion upside down the total
: I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy but I can't stop listening to the sound of two soft voices blended in perfection from the reels
: "Why, why so quiet? Oh my mysterious country singer?" she asked. My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades In empty streets at night. When
: I walked around for hours, two ten pence pieces in my hand I was alone and freezing, still trying hard to understand you I left the others knowing
: Riding on this know-how never been here before peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all is history recorded? does someone have a tape? surely,
: Five weeks in a prison, I made no friends there's more time to be done, but I've got a week to spend I didn't pay much attention first time around
: All I do is sleep all day, and think of you a memory of the cushion life I'm clinging to the image of a mutual one, our haven the sombre chords
: I'd rather dance with you than talk with you so why don't we just move into the other room there's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune
: Summerchild that sits by the water weaving sunlight threads in his hands the golden river that day a shelter a stream where he could make pebbles