Love receive this Romeo Novice see, novice do Novice shake and need someone And hope some sweet survive Radiance reveal itself Have someone say him beautiful
Convalescing in Spain Trying to purge this sickness You started in me At the outdoor cafes Trying to cool this fever Drink, relief, recovery In the scratchy
When all is said and done It might have been more fun If I'd stayed with you Down in the shacks Where the satellite dishes grow When all is tried and
Gazing out the window of some big girder bird Down on mother nature's face, torn-up, twisted, absurd I wondered what the chances were that you Were down
I've all the problems of the world Yeah, it's hard getting used to you Gotten gone, getting used to someone else When I'm getting over you Wanting to
In the back of the front Of the middle line Of lovers and friends Meet me incognito Clothed in pretense Groomed by deception I'll be there I've watched
Isn't this how it goes? Another change of clothes Another pack of cigarettes Twenty grade A filtered regrets Gaze out my window And what do you see Lovers
Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill And speaks to no one Joy is the money that he buries in the yard And forgets where it is He dies and all the
There's no sense in coming to your senses Our best ideals walk on barbed-wire fences All blood runs thin when reality dispenses Tall tales unfold and
Your crooked smile Your paisley kiss Your golden voice Your artifice Weren't we wild or maybe it was just That I was wild for you Molecules Beneath the
Margot known as Missy Where di she where did she How could she to that Terrible city that city Margot known as Missy To cooking school to cooking school
There were fireflies Keeping the moon company I was listening to Ricky Lee Some song about sad young men A chainsaw buzzed when I died I cried seven
Native son, what have you done? Where have you been? Who do you know? Where have you been? Who do you know? Nothing, no one Nowhere, mainly devil-may
This is our story It's a short one but it's a hard harsh read Between the lines a little aching need We're a strange arrangement No strings And the music
Pain makes you beautiful I give you what you want, the pain and the pleasure I'm, I'm no good for you But then you're no good for yourself I bring you
Wwe walked the park and into the rain The bitter droplets Washed the clouds from our eyes Nothing to say Nothing at all ANd we stood there anxiously Waiting
He dreams of being a matador Waving the cape Killing the killing machine A hero of the ring he drives his car His spirits soar his spirits soar He dreams
Falling like leaves from porcelain trees We break Shattered by the weight of the fall Love is Scarlett down the stairs Pushed or fallen, fallen or shoved
