My grandfather's name was Moon Because his eyes were bright and round No amount of time or liquor could dull them My grandmother's name was Joy Because
from the house as the day disappears from the sky into night we became what we wanted to be like a dream or a ghost i collapse out of turn near a house
one that marks the western sky and it shines down on the quiet street and there's one that floods the darker parts and there's one that hurts my tired eyes
the tiny marks of doubt That cover everything I see, it is just the way She looks at me With a love so complete that I have never seen And from this grows a
i guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend
Emily, sing something sweet for me I need to hear those words out of your mouth Emily, sing something, please I want to face the life behind your eyes
Those precious minutes when she is mine As we walk from my front door to her car We are so close and alone But that will disappear In a room filled
cannot stand these talks, dear They only get me nowhere It's never resolved We only run around Only tell me anyone could be just like me If it's a different time and a
Meaning is sometimes hard to spot Begins with the flickering of cigarettes In the darkness of a dorm room Somewhere in this suffocated mid west But if
I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime When the leaves change I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime When the leaves change
Close your eyes The dark outside can't hurt you And I will never desert your bedside So close them tight The stars are so glad that they've found you
that marks the western sky And it shines down on the quiet street And there's one that floods the darker parts And there's one that hurts my tired eyes
Devotion Devotion Devotion Cover the spread on the beds And I'm now the one who won your heart And I hope that you'll always be mine 'Cause our love is full of time Trust is a
to department stores, we walk through the aisles In a forest of designer clothes you touch me and smile And all for a moment I could want nothing Your bright eyes
scared just like a little kid World's become a little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean A little too mean, a little too mean, a little too
a beautiful, beautiful time The drives and the talks were amazing Kind of friend I though I'd never find I had a beautiful, beautiful time You have a
church a year ago And my teachers thinks that my faith is gone But I can do without the Eucharist I found God in a Solid Jackson song, song
You wanna sing a song Okay here we go Lets sing a song while we're away from home Hush little Maggie don't say a word Daddy's gonna buy you a mocking