And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
You should be made; To wear earphones
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"; I say, "I would if I could, but, ; I don't do sketches from memory."
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears; In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors; Lookin' into the lost forgotten years; For dignity
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
And now the heart is filled with gold; As if it was a purse.; But, oh, what kind of love is this; Which goes from bad to worse?
We never thought we could ever get old.; We thought we could sit forever in fun
My love she speaks like silence
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
On the rising curve,; Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,; You won't get anything you don't deserve,; Where we were born in time.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
For I know that you know that I know that you know; Something is tearing up your mind.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?; I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game; Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
I'll remember you; At the end of the trail,; I had so much left to do,; I had so little time to fail.
When we meet again; Introduced as friends; Please don't let on that you knew me when; I was hungry and it was your world.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies; I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
