You'll end up crying With your mother's eyes Pretend you can't see yourself Could have been better Could have been worse You could have been yourself
You are the one who has done me Guess you knew from the start I call again, but there's no one in Don't know where, with whom you've been But I do Love
Donna found us in her slow and dreamy way I can't hear a word the waiter says She's looking older now... The color of her hair She walks into the room
This alone is love No small thing This alone is love That my love brings And all of us Who are travelling by trap-doors Our souls are a myriad of wars
the first signs of light Say the word and I'll come tonight It's all right now Don't you cry now Hush... Wipe your tears away There's never a forever
Hey driver, where're we going I swear my nerves are showing Set your hopes up way too high The living's in the way we die Comes the morning and the headlights
covers the ground The blood that moves the body The blood that moves the body There's nowhere to go Tonight Lend some warmth to our cold And lonely lives Red stains on 'Eyes Of A
The cold has a voice It talks to me Stillborn, by choice It airs no need to hold Old man feels the cold... Oh baby don't 'cause I've been told Stay
wings are clipped See the steps that made me trip Now I'm so lonely Mother Time's frozen flame Seem to linger in the rain Holding me only Like a river
Hurry home Freight train running I've been gone Too long, honey Why did I waste away The only good thing left to save me Hurry home Freight train running
left high They seem so hard to find Three came twice took once the time To search... We're looking for a little bewildered girl We're looking for a little
Your face looked new against the town You've come to lose some memories Like you came to touch new grounds But you want to lose The weight of the wind
You give me news I don't want to know You say that I should care That I should speak my mind Oh, but how can I speak of the world Rushing by With a
The soft rains of April are over The soft rains of April are over, over Anybody home now I am on the phone now, please... The soft rains of April are
can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, nooooo I recall the yellow cotton dress Foaming like a wave
Dawn awaits a sleepless, English town Of coloured gray Here I roam the streets without you As summer fades away ...down in the city at nights The cold
Maybe you were joking When you said that you were walking out on me Maybe, maybe Maybe I was joking When I said that I was running out on you Maybe,
eyes That my love's run dry (I don't wanna cry again...) ...So I read to myself A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons On the front page A black
