: Dear sweet brother of mine I'm so glad you've made it You've really accomplished something incredible And I'm so very proud of the art we create now
: Joseph and Alexander ride their flaming swans above Miss Dovepost and her loudmouth niece who had a fear of geese and who even in a corset looked remarkably
: Everybody does the same things Everybody's the same Everyone that is 'cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse She is from the jungle and has never rode
: The problem with April is the problem with May is the problem with June and July it's the problem with all of the months since you said goodbye The
: Riding to the station on the bus because I want to pick out some books But Jen she's a librarian and she hunts my butt to this day Usually the bills
but moving requiem and with great sadness buried baby Ira. Miraculously, Ira was quickly reincarnated as a wild horse on the far off planet called Nearly. on Nearly, wild horses
: Writing your name in the fog on my bedroom window Speaking to voices of her in the dark I know that there is nobody here so why am I crawling on the
: Sometimes I'm feeling bad and then again I'm sad but she makes me happy Sometimes I'm feeling wrong and that I can't go on but she makes me understand
: Looking under the ghost on your face kind of ruins it for me I don't want to see you toss it's hair No I don't need you to show me its smile You see
: I live my life like I'm reading my own biography Every night writing my discography But let's talk about our coy romance Doesn't it seem like it's
: It's hard to know exactly when my dreams got weird I tense up and get antsy when you're near But nightly you appear to me ghostly in my head but I
: It's funny that when I die my friends will get to see what kind of suit my mom buries me in I hope it's dark blue with blue stars When the priest leans
: I'm happy today because I'm in love and feeling afraid Oh I hop off the train singing your name I knock on your door I don't know what to say When
: You worry 'bout the sun What's the use of worrying 'bout thebig old sun? You worry 'bout the rain The rain keeps falling just the same You worry when
: Nothing can save me from the pain of you not loving me It doesn't help me to complain I just have to feel it and hope it goes away But it's so useless
Dear sweet brother of mine I'm so glad you've made it You've really accomplished something incredible And I'm so very proud of the art we create now
Writing your name in the fog on my bedroom window Speaking to voices of her in the dark I know that there is nobody here so why am I crawling on the
I'm happy today because I'm in love and feeling afraid Oh I hop off the train singing your name I knock on your door I don't know what to say When you