When you come back again Would you bring me something from the fridge? Heard a rumor that the end is near But I just got comfortable here Sigh let's be
Remembering the moments It's so unclear Re-living it just to disappear It's always the wrong way And never the same It's dragging and staggered Into
I know that things Can never be the same That's all right, that's all right with me I've seen the truth, I've felt the Pain I'm heading for the sunshine
When every little thing You own is looking back At you and starts to mean Less than it ever did On every On every inch of stone Skin and cloth Made to
If I go to Gloucester you know I will Wait there for you The Rhumb Line is waiting there too You know it's worth the nights we wait there It all falls
Come on, force it down I?m imagining Oh, come on, force it down I?m imagining Imagining a place where Homes are built on frames And where they plant
Oh, have I been too discreet? How long am I supposed to wait? I think about you nightly Oh, can you tell I'm losing sleep? Oh, what am I supposed to
Orange lamps shine by willow bay Ice covers from the lake to where I lay In a state In which I dream If you were here Winter wouldn't pass quite so slow
To settle our thoughts Never minding what for Nothing of a harm to dread On my mind So tell me what belies Oh, tell me what I could have Oh, oh, tell
We have forgotten so much since then The scent of your breath again Or maybe it's the way we fell don't fall Stop looking out to pretend Everything is
All my days they end too slow And I wonder where I've left to go Anyway, there's no such thing as company I've discovered all I've got to do What is
Say a word that's quiet, not half the way there Some days our future, it seems to hang on so tight Come quickly now, the air hangs heavily today Oh no
Out in the garden There's half of a heaven We're only bluffing We're not ones for busting through walls But they've told us Unless we can prove That
sur los ríos. De sur mi carne y mi condición de perro cristiano, empobrecido. Y de poeta sin inspiración. Con rumbo al abra, va
Here's the story of a man and his family And a big trip that they took Well, I heard all about in a restaurant And I read it in a history book They rented
He's just a small fry, a bit too gun shy To have his heart touched without a glove He looks at strangers as potential dangers Trying to steal his aimless
I threw a party. nobody came. I bought all the tickets. they cancelled the game. I give you my picture. it didn't fit your frame Be my friend tonight
