: One man writes a book to explain the mysteries of time One man writes a verse exploring the sleek nuance of prime I do not yet know all the roads that
: Alright... There's trouble, baby in Paradise Your chicken's trying to slide away from you You're past your days of harmony When you call it back -
: My love is like fine wine So I let her breathe we settle into silence With the greatest ease My love's like a chalice so I lick the bowl in quiet preparation
she'd love me 'Til after the day was done But I was wrong... She was cool like ice But she felt like fire Never thought I'd see her love expire But now
what I am talkin' bout here today... Now dig... Let me tell you about a girl I know Every time I let my feelings show I sing this same old song... OW
: The answer is... Yes! My sweet babe, How many times do I have to tell you? How many ways do I have to find To tell you that you're mine - all mine?
: The knife's edge pierces Autumn And stabs the wind we fear But we must find ourselves Before we disappear By knowing when to move on We keep the peace
: Breaths by the Shore But the wind youre defying Deaths at your door And you're not even crying Be wherever your wrecked Chrysler Chrome You will find
: She juggles time with her hand in a sling Wears a coat of diapher that stings Strangles words for the laughter it brings She juggles space with a
: And if in time the day's defeat Should seal those lips I love so sweet I'd catch up to her wandering feet And lay the law down upon her sheets And