If you take a step, I will make you sure that you take the next If you tell a lie, I'll just nod my head, yeah, I'll let it slide Cause you woke me up
Move your slender fingers, help me play this song. Spend another night inside this rented mansion. I love you now, I know that doesn't matter. I
Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole I saw your legends lined up And I never felt more natural Apart, I just came apart Please, please, please sister Socrates
Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle. Watched its' shadow fly 'cross the cement. And I woke up in the snow, all the trees, and crowds,
Gone, Gone from New York City, where you gonna go with a head that empty? Gone, Gone from New York City, where you gonna go with a heart that dark?
I don?t wanna die in the hospital No I don?t wanna die in the hospital No I don?t wanna die in the hospital You gotta take me back outside I don?
short delay the parrot blues little voices mimicking, it's not so hard to make that sound, so watch your back, the Ides of March, cut your hair like
Milk thistle, milk thistle, Let me down slow, Help me down slow, I've been hurryin' on, I'm not scared of nothin', And I'll go pound for pound, I keep
I was lost for a while in the mirrored hallway of a high-rise hotel Umbrella drink in my hand, sitting down Saw ten thousand me?s with cocaine teeth
I know what you're thinking or atleast I think I do What's on my mind isn't half of what on your's And I turn,see you quaking And I'm wrapped in your
I used up pure compassion so I've come to make a trade you can hate me but just love me in return If I know where to find you I'll stay out of your way
All the peacock people left their plumes in a pile They looked good to a fault And the gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and epsom salt
Hair blowing in the hot wind, time hanging from a clothespin. There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal. I smell the leather of your new car,
Short delay, a pair of blues, little voices mimicing. It's not so hard to make that sound. So watch your back the eyes in march cut your hair, all joan
Harbour Inn, Take me as I am; A flame reduced to ash, Watches as my youth leaks from me. Winters day. Am I in your way? You press against my skin All
Green world, love the chloroform. Front porch in the thunderstorm. Controlled chaos, confused energy. So stop reading the weather charts. Stop counting
