Hold the light up to me, get underneath my skin I feel a little undefined, I want to let you in And I listen to the messages, the endless train of thought
She justified it then She may well justify forever She figures it's the only way To keep herself together Something about hotel rooms and horses And
He beat the drum and lit the fires He sent the messages in vain But the sound of his philosophy Rose above the falling rain And to you who find it
Such an annoying conversation I'm sorry but I'm tired of trying To be some picture of compassion And anyway it sounds like I'm lying And yes I've heard
Hit the town, still dressing down Looking for some action, Mr. Jagger said it best He knows you never get, no satisfaction But Mr. Dylan knows, that
Promised cures for everyman Snake oil and circuses You can get to Heaven, yes you can So judge the books by their surfaces And someone's taking care
The old oak tree had roots so far down in the ground I fell from it and hit the dirt without a sound I dreamt at night of growing wings so I could fly
(Hummin', hummin', hummin', hummin'.) Humming Bird, Humming Bird should be your name. (Humming Bird should be your name.) Too restless to settle, too
Trajo esta manana lindo telegrama un ansioso colibri me decia que la savia de insectos y ranas anunciaba el fin. Vi por la ventana ilicitos enjambres
Oh Davy, you may have many words And many thoughts for you're near You're so like a star upon me So like a star upon me To be one in your garden Humming
You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity The first time every time when you touch me I make you bloom like a flower that you never seen Under the
And my skin she said it shakes so hard the gears are falling off and the walls, they seem to jump out of place and fly like kites in outerspace and
In the face of this We're calling off the kiss and you sang "Higher" Looking great today was sad I'm sick of feeling bad far away Crying over me know
The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead
yo le robe a cada flor lo mejor para olvidarte asi como el picaflor he volado a todas partes y en cada beso que daba a mi mente regresabas reviviendo
I like you Girl you don't got nothing to prove to me. I know that times have been rough, for the both of us. But I'll pray, for a change. You see, this