, I am blessed. Yes, I am blessed. You smile and I am blessed. You lie and I am dust. And you ride London?s wilderness. Yes, I am blessed. Yes, I am blessed
Don?t tap against my window. Don?t listen at my wall. Don?t ask for information. As the answer?s always so. Collect me From the station. The blank departure
Take a look at us Hate where there was lust The trip like honey But lust don?t mean a thing When all we do is shout and scream It?s almost funny We?re
We light the oil And touch the beads. The naked feel Of rosary . The fall of morning On the lands. The smell of incense On our hands. We kneel Before
I think I?ll call her number Just one time. If she calls back, I don?t care. She won?t mind. I think I kept her details In my phone. If I?ve lost them
As I sit and watch The summertime, And the shadow of The cranes. By the branches of The cedar tree And the beating of The day. You are the rose Within
Didn?t I try To love her? Didn?t I paint Pictures of her? Didn?t I try To change? I shouldn?t have bothered. Didn?t I buy The ocean for her? Didn?t I
We sat under London skies on A perfect June day. I touched her hand And whispered our names. And all of the birds flew by and The clouds blow away The
You flick your mane and click your fingers again And from your back, you call my name And like a fool, I run right back to you And dance along to your
