these hospital walls are the palest of white here in this desert they're reciting my last rites the smell of these halls brings temporary comfort as
Is this how it was intended? The sunrise over smoke stacks in the Midwest, the beauty of this abandoned factory. Christmas lights blinking on and off
Maybe I'm not ready for this, and you know it. Maybe I'm too scared to tell you what I'm really thinking It's not fair to stay together because of regrets
Here in this diary, I write you visions of my summer. It was the best I ever had. There were choruses and sing-alongs, and not a spoken feeling. I'm
got your letter and the poetry you sent me postmarked in december of last year i really hope you're doing better all your friends close by your side
Meet me at midnight at the broadcast tower high above the Hollywood sign. You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio. Everyone will come from
make and im taking back what belongs to me these relics of remembrence are just like shipwrecks only theyre gone faster than the smell after it rains So long astoria
Our last day of summer, 1979. Gotta live it up one time before it's over. We will make history tonight. Out at the drive-in all of our closest friends
On this coldest of January nights We drive out past the runway and watch the planes go flying by The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors
Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by
Only two more days, until your birthday Yesterday was mine You'll be turning five I know what it's like, growing up without your father in your life
If i died tomorrow would this song live on forever? and here is my unopened letter to a world that never shall reply if i died tomorrow would this
As I leave here today, apartment 108 I'll always keep you in my heart Anderson is cold tonight The leaves are scattered on the ground I miss the seasons
A star up in the sky goes slowly passing by, The lights below...they spell out your name. You're comfort on my mind and you're with me all the time.
So here it is. I'm in the Bronx. I'm on the 1 I'm on the run I'm going back to Queens. I walk through the door, and look who it is. I didn't think I
Elle marchait sur l'avenue frange noire et taille menue, legere au bras du musicien. Par amour elle avait voulue traverser l'atlantique a vu pour etre
only silly words boring cliched words describe my thoughts when I think of you cushions guide me along in my head is with the song still found time
Vuelve a ser mi cumpleanos y en mi mesa habra dos platos Aunque sepa que esta vez tu no vendras Solo quiero de regalo dar la vuelta al calendario Para
