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Only surface - Jus' skin deep. When words fly like angels around your feet. Need the something - feel real inside. Cling together - as together we ride. Round and round and up and down. Here we g
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Autumn blew it's leaves at me,. Threatening winter as I walked. Summer always goes so quick, barely stopping like my thoughts. Which dip and spin and change so fast. I have to wonder - will I last
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Can you tell the difference, between the pebble and the boy,. Far away in the distance, with the sun in your eyes,. Can you see the footprints, that have merged with the sand,. And you're trying to
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I've heard them all talking I guess you have too. Adding flickers to the flame. How I've treated you. I take the blame. But let me say - that they don't know. The really don't know - the fools do
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Well shes waiting, by the window-. Worth a fading tear. That will slip in to tomorrow-. And have no fear-. . She may look back and blame you. -but you only blame yourself,. And what good would
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You do something to me. Something deep inside. I'm hanging on the wire. For love I'll never find. You do something wonderful. Chase it all away. Mixing my emotions. Throws me back again. . Ha
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Once I had a love, so sweet - I remember. She'd follow me to the ends of the earth. ? ? ? ? and I'd let her. And everyday was like a fairy tale. Cuts me up inside to think how I failed. ? ? ? ? i
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Dreams schemes and everythings. Fill the dusty corners of your mind. As cars, boats and aeroplanes. Just remind you of a better time As love's hopes and everyone's. And anyone worth a minute of yo
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Into the mists of time and space. Where we have no say over date and place. Don't get embarrassed if it happens a lot,. That you don't know how you started or where you're gonna stop. And if at ti
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Minds alive! On friday street. Summerflys around my feet. And wee still stars. Are in my eyes. And mine's alive on friday street. A pulse goes on, on friday street. Time seems longer against it'
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I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn. An open top one if it's warm. And if the flowers are in bloom. I'll lose myself to you. I'll be whistling down a street. You'll hear our footsteps start to meet.
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Life's complexities trouble your rise,. As you attempt to ascend into the high,. Is there nowhere else left to run,. But to the kosmos - men gaze - to look for heaven. Flying high - never come dow
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As worlds end with new ones to open. As you change your aim. And lives thrown up into the open. Get on a different plane. . Words meant but were left unspoken. Take on a different name. And hea
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Can you put a smile back on - all these different faces. Of all these people from - such different places. And if you can succeed - what then will you achieve. With a different tune to play - you'v
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I've got a grapefruit matter. It's as sour as *. I have no solutions. Better get used to it. I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather. I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock
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Past midnight's hold -. Where the world's awaiting -. I'll wait for you love -. But I close my eyes, as there's pain too in paradise -. Hey baby say - just what you're thinking -. Know I know it
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Yellow strands mingle into red. Warm air blows, down upon her soft bed. She licks my face and the feeling spreads. I'm up in suzes' room - flowers bloom-ing-ful. I'm up in suzes' room - where life
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Fly on wings of speed. That will bring you home to me. I'll never be free - from the darkness I see. As I wait for your smile. Though my hands are tied,. My feet are bound by fate. With clay at
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Something told me it was over. When I saw you and her talking. Something deep down in my soul said cry girl, . When I saw you and that girl walking. . I would rather, . I would rather go blind,
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The sun shone pink on white walls. And the trees stood so tall. Defiant, proud and loud against the sky. There's no sign, there's no plan. There ain't even a helping hand. Just the bitter tang of
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Is happiness real?. Or am I so jaded. I can't see or feel - like a man been tainted. Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse. Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse. . I'm the changingman
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Minds alive! On friday street. Summerflys around my feet. And wee still stars. Are in my eyes. And mine's alive on friday street. A pulse goes on, on friday street. Time seems longer against it'