One man writes a book to explain the mysteries of time One man writes a verse exploring the sleek nuance of prime I do not yet know all the roads that
And if in time the day's defeat Should seal those lips I love so sweet I'd catch up to her wandering feet And lay the law down upon her sheets And if
My love is like fine wine So I let her breathe we settle into silence With the greatest ease My love's like a chalice so I lick the bowl in quiet preparation
Alright... There's trouble, baby in Paradise Your chicken's trying to slide away from you You're past your days of harmony When you call it back - you
she'd love me 'Til after the day was done But I was wrong... She was cool like ice But she felt like fire Never thought I'd see her love expire But now
Right Thing, Wrong Way Fellas, I want you to listen to me 'cause I know ya'll will know what I am talkin' bout here today... Now dig... Let me tell you
She juggles time with her hand in a sling Wears a coat of diapher that stings Strangles words for the laughter it brings She juggles space with a match
Breaths by the Shore But the wind youre defying Deaths at your door And you're not even crying Be wherever your wrecked Chrysler Chrome You will find
The knife's edge pierces Autumn And stabs the wind we fear But we must find ourselves Before we disappear By knowing when to move on We keep the peace
The answer is... Yes! My sweet babe, How many times do I have to tell you? How many ways do I have to find To tell you that you're mine - all mine? Does
: One man writes a book to explain the mysteries of time One man writes a verse exploring the sleek nuance of prime I do not yet know all the roads that
: Alright... There's trouble, baby in Paradise Your chicken's trying to slide away from you You're past your days of harmony When you call it back -
: My love is like fine wine So I let her breathe we settle into silence With the greatest ease My love's like a chalice so I lick the bowl in quiet preparation
: Right Thing, Wrong Way Fellas, I want you to listen to me 'cause I know ya'll will know what I am talkin' bout here today... Now dig... Let me tell
: The answer is... Yes! My sweet babe, How many times do I have to tell you? How many ways do I have to find To tell you that you're mine - all mine?
: The knife's edge pierces Autumn And stabs the wind we fear But we must find ourselves Before we disappear By knowing when to move on We keep the peace
: Breaths by the Shore But the wind youre defying Deaths at your door And you're not even crying Be wherever your wrecked Chrysler Chrome You will find