Here comes my friend, Michael Grin written over his face Walking with a kind of a swagger Walking with a sort of a grace He talks the talk He tried to
I got something to say little girl You might not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're
Looked at my window for Robinson Crusoe All I can see is Daniel Defoe Everyone movin' in different directions I don't know which way I can go, tell me
On a Monday afternoon I'm stopped at a light on the boulevard I'm looking 'round the faces in the other cars and there's a cute girl looking back at me
Sometime when you have to take the hardest way That don't mean that your star is leading you astray Forget fashion symposium You'll get panoramic! All
Watch me overcome what i'm running from and change the tune so i let it go what matters now is story soon i get up - try my luck it starts to call
I don't know how But I know I'll make it over Don't know when But he said he'll bring me through Not yet there but I can see my destination Ernest prayer
The purity in dreaming The mean time as a quarantine Suppose there is no difference And phone sex is eternal love The promise in our yearning The mean
She sparkles, she dazzles, she lights up the room We walk together to a table for two Every man stares but her eyes are only for me We take to the dance
They say it's easy Taking money from a fool; Well that should teach me, yeah, How to break a rule. 'Cause it's a mean time out there Now that the golden
I try to listen, listen to you to wake up alone in my heart for this word, for one word, in this world, in my mind. I forgot your smile to many times
Everyday everything around you always look the same, I can?t imagine your life in another way. Cheer up! Slave of your passions, continue to strike the
I would like to find the time to stay alone, friend closed in my purple room lay down with myself only, I would like to find the time to say no, it doesn
The silence is faded, ether, cotton, calm, fleeting, weightless, unique and much sought different, empty, intriguing It wants to ask you to listen like
It doesn?t matter if it?s wrong or right. Years passed by joking and laughing timeless days amusing for nothing It doesn?t matter if it?s wrong or right
The scent of the earth Seems to vanish in the heavens Now you?ve scattered your seeds And swept away all dead leaves There?s an acrid smell that hides
7:43 pm waiting an overdued train I spend my time nervously biting my nails, reading some newspaper?s headlines under a cold station light, you?re so
One cold January night while walking home I hear the sound of my footsteps on the road while for a moment still engulfed in your perfume i watch the white