Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command
Gonna lose my way tomorrow, gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, but you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see,
You're taking chances. And your reputation's going down. Going out in the night-time. You think you make no sound. But you don't fool me. 'Cos I
Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed, where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things He later said. When you'
Nothing is easy. Though time gets you worrying my friend, it's o.k. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way. When
Happy and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water. You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other. We'll go walking out while
My first and last time with you and we had some fun. wenT walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon
Flying so high, trying to remember how many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab driving through London town to
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream, can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in sweet
Well the dawn was coming, heard him ringing on my bell. He said, ``My name's the teacher, that is what I call myself. And I have a lesson that I
Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you fret
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm
Meanwhile back in the year One, when you belonged to no-one, you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone. 'Cause you were bred for humanity
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a song
Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold
Let me bring you songs from the wood: to make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows