ghosts from her home asylum can't chase her away ohhhh over the ocean a world away ghosts from her home asylum can't chase her away over the ocean a world away ghosts
When you're on your own When you're at a fork in the road You don't know which way to go There's too many suns in our rows You haven't laughed in
were planning our escape We stayed up all night With Lucy and the diamond sky Drank cheap red wine And talked ourselves to sleep [Chorus:] Please don't go These ghosts
It's mother's birthday, she's 40 year I don't know what to say Buy her roses and cry her tears But she'll just give them away Baby I'm fighting Baby
I don't mean to get into your dreams but you seem to think it's alright to destroy you became such an oppurtunist somewhat dim it's a bad combination
I don't need to be forgiven I don't want your sympathy it's a mad, mad world but it's still turning don't want to get too complicated I get so dark
I'm alone in this life These old jeans are too tight Now I can'y pick my feet off the floo I try to laugh but I cry My dignity's undignified Guess I'
A child is born A life begins To take and hurt oh A precious gift When I'm alone It all hits home Don't it all just seem a little much When I'm alone
All those know is to photograph people when they're on their knees Say your prayers and wear your black and be grateful it's not you and me how am
I don't know why the winter's so long it wears me out, it goes on and on yeah i don't know why the winter's so long it seems never-ending, it goes on
misleading utterings shadow boxer right hook mood swings my endurance test i coughed and bled and caught my breath tender in a burning sense the way
hey brother can you spare the time? skin and bones that's melting in a backwards way to grow. out of heart and out of mind, and kiss me in the rearview
we throw out our bodies on the fire and we die, settle into ashes as the flames keep piling high we tossed and spread the kerosene and alcohol, the ethylene
mine who eased his pain by killing not letting it kill him. when you wake up you won't remember anything. but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm
My friend Jimmy works on the Union Pacific line. Passed me a line about 9 AM and since then I been feeling fine. Passed a fifth of Old Kentucky in his
our trip had ended i didn't know what I had to do who really cares at all we had to get away somehow we settled on a place where the open road had closed
me and martha plimpton in an elevator her golden labrador kissed my index finger two in the morning summer saturated i'd been drinking and it'd been
another day chock full of choices of things to hate another forehead, cobwebby, dull, throbbing, almost pain ... another obstrusive reminder of things
