I want to burn the letters that I wrote you Over the phone today it felt like you were fading Losing interest and ready to leave Here I am thinking you
I swear I saw you on page 32 between America and Asian in your United Kingdom Suit if I turned the page, would you fall all the way to Amsterdam? I thougth
You left a good drug on my tongue And I know and I know and I know I should write about the dizziness '
Go on go on Leave me breathless Come on Hey, yeah The daylight's fading slowly But time with you is standing still I'm waiting for you only The slightest
Impossible The frost has coated up the girl The nature store details the great size of the world A flicker in hte sunshine A crevice where you stay Arms
I heard he Is missing in the river now They say he Is nowhere to be found I heard she Sang the sweetest lullaby So that he Was calm when he went down
You are not of this world Not of the great dead sea of bodies Without sight Minus spine
Wait and this will pass Just the way winter melted so fast Somewhere before the mountain range
Winter hangs on just like a jilted love Left to pass time under factory lights Spinning on freeways for 25 years A place in the sky where it all disappears
Hey George you're peculiar, alive in my TV This will put you to sleep, I have no fear My life is simple, how do you fill your days? Push your antics
Well, what can you do When all that surrounds you Says slow down? Deckchairs and cigarettes They're saying "let's go to San Diego," Hey, that's where
It's been one devil of a year Came out of my blue to find you near You are divine Never wanted anyone You are divine Never wanted anyone Not like you
Do everything that you've never done Says the man on the radio I guess he means that the end of the world Has arrived and is right around the bend So
I've been driving around too much I've been cold and confused like a riverside rush. You floated up and away...after the parade Did she tell you not
Give me disco lights While I've got Dishes on repeat You're forgettable like 1993
I want to burn the letters that I wrote you Over the phone today it felt like you were fading Losing interest and ready
all you need is love all you need is love these markers bleeding through now and there's winstons in the air i opened up my mouth to speak so i guess
Edgar etait un vrai saoulon Il ecrivait toute la journee Il n'ecrivait pas de chansons Mais des contes oa? l'assassin L'emportait toujours haut la main
