Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath Keep me in your heart for awhile If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less Keep me in your
's hanging on to half a heart He can't have the restless part So he tells her to hasten down the wind He tells her to hasten down the wind
I close my eyes, you reappear I always carry you inside, in here I fall asleep, you come to me And once again our love is real How could I have let you
Mama take this badge off of me I can't use it any more It's gettin' dark, too dark to see And I feel I'm knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin
I'm numb as a statue I may have to beg, borrow or steal Some feelings from you So I can have some feelings too I'm pale as a ghost You know what I love
me out and ease my worried mind While I'm winding down my dirty life and times Who'll lay me out and ease my worried mind While I'm winding down my
Hey Disorder in the house The tub runneth over Plaster's falling down in pieces By the couch of pain Disorder in the house Time to duck and cover Helicopters
I could hold my head up high And say that I left first Or I can hang my head and cry Tell me which is worse If you go and ask her why She might say she
An icy wind burns and scars Rushes in like a fallen star Through the narrow space Between these bars Looking down on prison grove Dug in, hunkered down
things So hard to see are clear I need you near to me Will you stay with me to the end? When there's nothing left But you and me and the wind We'll
Well I know these blues are gonna rub me raw Every single cure seems to be against the law Went and told my psychic I said, "Keep it to yourself I don
Why stop now? Let's party for the rest of the night Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten You wanna go home? Why? Honey, when? We may never
Written by Warren Zevon She tells him she thinks she needs to be free He tells her he doesn't understand She takes his hand She tells him nothing'
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written by Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon Disorder in the house The tub runneth over Plaster's falling down in pieces by the couch of pain Disorder
written by Warren Zevon Some days I feel like my shadow's casting me Some days the sun don't shine Sometimes I wonder what tomorrow's gonna bring When
