Clever girl, think you are But you think too much Shut down, turn around Don't look that way any more Clever girl, think you know But you don't know
I'm suffocated with desire I need to save me from myself I ache for great experience There's a riot in my senses Time, space and hurt and tears are not
I see them all smiling Those all around me They tend to my wounds And alert my senses It would be nice I'm not here I'm dreaming Holding on Time has
You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh see that girl, watch that scene Dig in the dancing queen Friday night and the lights are
It's getting late You might be sleeping I couldn't wait I'm caught up with feeling this way Don't want to disturb you But I must just to say hey I'm
Shut my eyes Feel the color of you So get to this elation So high, so fast Shut my eyes Feel the color of you Succumb to this illusion So strong, so
I try, not to panic and hold on to the pieces It's hard to stop my heart from bracing If I could sprint into tomorrow If I could reach to where I've never
It's night time We're driving Lights go by make stars in my eyes It's cold out And it's warm in When I had you by my side And I want this It's special
Shed my skin since you came in Where do you end and I begin? Awoke my senses yet you stopped time You took me to a deeper high The essence of my hopes
Caught up in this house Trapped my very own self in the snare of my mind No more space than a slither What I'd give for deep breath inside Where the chaos
Don't blame me just because I am bored I'm needy, I need to taste it all Don't doubt me just because I am quiet I'm thinking, thinking about it all I'
Japanese tea-pot I've got a pen but I lost the top I've got so many things you haven't got This fellow's craft is just not for sharing He's not an intimate
of light... All concepts have lost their meaning, few understand what Beauty means, few understand its might. The Gift... A melody born in Heaven An intimation
Collecting hearts Another love is another place to stay Another face We close our eyes And feel our way A new fit You're positive But they don't need
Now we are so intimate do you think we could ever part though there's little love left in it something seems to make it hard I'd like to stand up on my
smell you fear I feel your bitter sweet embrace Nothing mentioned, nothing gained You're here and then your gone Your complications keep me sane We're cold and intimate
I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed Fourteen years been on the job and with many miles behind
And I will sing for the meek Those who pray with their very lives for peace Though they're in chains for a higher call Their mourning will change into