How I wish you could see the potential The potential of you and me It's like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can't read just yet You
His head was a city of paper buildings and the echoes that remained of old friends and lovers their features bleeding together in his brain, oh ho ho
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed. With a single pillow underneath your single head. I guess you decided that that old queen
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be The seasons have changed and so have we There was little we could say and even less that we could do To stop
I'm starting to feel We stay together out of fear Of dying alone I've been slipping through the years My old clothes don't fit like they once did So
my hand an' you will be The one atop the swayback Alright, oh my goodness Wish I was a Bible thumpin' fool Yeah, from the old school A mind as narrow
Make way with path to Zion! I declare this a heavenly scene, May this be the noise your sole to feed. I declare this a heavenly scene, The pressure builds
Every time there's a wall I can feel it coming on. Not like a dove gently surfing the air come on. I cant believe can't control all the power over, over
It's all been done before. It's all derived from someone else's wrongs. Retying every lace it's swallows it's own face and storms at the ground. And
Live your life and you feed on it all. 25 wives and you feed on it all. War is the viewers choice you feed on it all. 3rd eye the ancient voice, you feed
Faith! I'm supposed to get this right, not so? But I sold the pressure and fueled the fire. Keep playing the worldly games and you keep missing the goals
bottle but it's dead inside. Re-find what I'll keep this time! Calming. Calming. This time I'll be the man I aught to be the deepening narrow that no
I love the gracious creature in my lap. She's the sole provider of my happiness. I didn't come here to bend. But all our little feuds they should end
All these wheels, dreams of old, A Lifeless sole. The road is never clear, fueled by tears and notes on breathing. And now here I am, an aching man.
Hey, I'll be with you always. They know exactly what to say. I hate every single game they play. No remorse for yesterday. Not rest till I find you. (
She likes drawing pictures of herself on her walls. In time maybe then she'll learn to like it when she smiles. Do you like the way you are? Rip away
451 they gathered on mound Carmel. a??...baal the living baal-baal the real, come deliver devour the meal!a?¦a?? but he did not come. Elija bowed. The
tu prétends m'avoir empoigné, impossible je suis fort jusqu'A mon dernier souffle C'est pas mon style de faire dans le sentimental, c'est