A box full of suggestions for a possible heart And you may be offended and you may be afraid But don't walk away, don't walk away We made love on the living
Grey like new day leaks through the window And some old song comes on the alarm clock radio You walk the forty blocks to the middle Of the place we heard
it like you're right? Why are you scared to dream of God When it's salvation that you want? You see stars that clear have been dead for years But the idea just lives
I was a postcard, I was a record I was a camera until I went blind Now I'm riding all over this island Looking for something to open my eyes We will
babies haven't been born Unpacking the bags and setting up And planting lilacs and buttercups But in the meantime I've got it hard Second floor living
When the president talks to God Are the conversations brief or long? Does he ask to rape our womens' rights Or to send poor farm kids off to die? Will
Well, the song you sung spiraled and hung round like echoes or ripples on a pond. So you circled the globe, spent a year on the road without ever going
were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They are smeared and these blurs come in random order and they color the eyes
I am a blueblood, I will admit that I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat Live in a blue house on a blue street In a blue town by a blue creek I
could keep hanging around here My joy is covering me Soon I will disappear... It's not a movie No private screening This method acting Well I call it living
playland Can you find yourself in bright lights flashing Cover my eyes I'm feeling sick, I'm getting paranoid Find yourself With bright lights flashing Bright
know Got no time to be polite And the world says, "baby don't worry, baby don't worry at all" Roller coaster seat belt, motion sickness soft shell