Lasted longer, well that's enough. Promises honoured, acting tough. Lasted longer, well that's enough. . It's easy to feel strong about something. Of which no-one else knows a single thing. Who
If you combine flattery. With a long history. Then there are no easy answers. You hid your face. You hid your face in a place. Where there are no easy answers. . In the name of everyone who met
Without love. Without hate. Without anyone who I even allowed. To find out all of the little things. I"ve been thinking. . It's too easy for folks to get by. There's no reason for someone to tr
I could be someone else if you'd rather. Try to win you over like a new step father. Smart but still a sucker for whoever asks you. I pictured the scene. So you wont have to spell it out for me.
In the grey of yesterday. A breeze blew over exposing. A memory so small. What is it here for. . Your virility, makes me forget empathy. Dig your hole. That's what we're here for. . To make y
I could be someone else if you'd rather. Try to win you over like a new step father. Smart but still a sucker for whoever asks you. I pictured the scene. So you wont have to spell it out for me.
A strange union the other day. It's a dead Russian, the papers say. But it would be nice if they realised. That she thought 'he is mine'. . This town has got you down and I know. I was helping y
In these passionate places. There's a piece of me in every town. And the dialect changes. They never seem to wear me out. Yes the war is over. But no-one ever told my heart. That it's all a laug
Give him what he needs. Let him see what he sees. Let me feel how he feels. Leave him out to sea. It's alright by me. Let him stay in bed. Until he is fed up. . You know he can't go on. His l
Oh Glass Beach, you know nothing of me. And I sense no curiosity. Amuse yourself with feelings of how. Like Libra you're growing fainter now. . Like yesterday's bouquet. Looks a little sad today
In the grey of yesterday. A breeze blew over exposing. A memory so small. What is it here for. . Your virility, makes me forget empathy. Dig your hole. That's what we're here for. . To make y
It came to me like a voice from above. Or like a message in praise of platonic love. And if you stand in the booth. Then you don't have to sit with a stranger. A perfumed gust drifts to my core.
In the grey of yesterday. A breeze blew over exposing. A memory so small. What is it here for. . Your virility, makes me forget empathy. Dig your hole. That's what we're here for. . To make y
You are far more likely. To be devoured than empowered. By your sense of romance. . Oh, doleful girl. Alone in the world. Where did her true love go?. Well I'd like to know. This means everyth
