You, with your hand outstretched. Finger on the key. This lock that you release. Is opening but isn't free. And I hope that you can see. How it beats inside of me. Instead of pushing fear aside.
Words by j. popper music by t. anastasio and j. popper comes the time for christmas. And I really have to ask. If this is feeling merry. How much longer must it last. I wish a one horse open sl
I walk right by him and he's freezing his ass off. He could be dead I'm supposed to walk away. I won't remember a thing come the summertime. Handful of quarters make me feel okay Aah ah, who's gonn
The sun is warm as the day is long. I just got the feeling I can do no wrong. I've got a long way to walk, can't afford my next meal. I tell a few lies but my hunger is real And it won't mean a thi
Are you sleeping brother John. If you feel like weeping brother John. Please won't you hear me brother John. I'll just wait and see brother John Can't you see by the will of your hand. You can giv
You'll get no answer from me. About what I want or what I get. Brave enough to speak, afraid to see. Confuse the issue till you forget And I've tried. To finally decide. Why. I'm in your face An
