broken, but it was only kinda run down. i went walking after two last night, felt like i was the only guy in town. and i'm not. i know. and i don't need
like a vision of heaven on the evening sky. and a clocktower two block from the spot where i'm standing tonight. the avenues are throbbing with people. and
tree shouldn't be here. the fourth new tree sets its tendrils through the water mains and tries to poison me. his leaves are thick, always falling, and
the sun's high i let things lie and i know what is and isn't mine and i was good to get back to the sunshine but 5 years is a long time and i spent 5
i saw the long row of blue bells. i saw the fox glove and the night shade. i saw the cool garden and i though a while about how i'd been waiting for
what's going to be the death of me? static electricity. what's making me take it all too far? you are. you are. what's kepping me up at night? the streetlight
when the sky was the color of cream, and you started leaving messages on my answering machine telling me that you were way across town and would be home
her right on in, let her right in. and when she was stronger than she'd been before, i opened the front door. and then i opened the back door. and the
as we pull into the harbor in new york today, i ask you how you're doing. you swear up and down you're ok. but i can see what's gotten into your eyes
still quite naive. and you said that we made such a pretty pair and that you would never leave. but you gave away the things you loved, and one of them