May I never become unloved by you May you never have to know my shadows by the name You're my heroine and you're a rose in my tea May I never become unloved
Some time as a much older man I will sit down and put on this song. It just might make me cry, Or at the very least a tear in my eye. I can't take all
Take your last look around Take the fall that is due. And take your time, and I'll take mine. It's the last thing that's left for us to do You have tried
1, 2, 3 I want love to stretch it's fingers wide And touch on all our wandering parts. Come sit by my Californian side With your Carolina heart. If
Stars please shine the way for me Show the one that I have followed To see how far I?ve come Sun that slowly sets on me Be the same to rise tomorrow
Here we go... Give me time.... Give me time.... If there's one thing you could give, To help me show you all that's mine, Give me time. Show me love
A ballerina in Phoenix The pines up north The sunrise from a highway That was not there before If I can place it all together Make out the nature of
With his back against the San Francisco traffic, On the bridges side that faces towards the jail, Setting out to join a demographic, He hoists his first
I am an old old sailor With a future much shorter than his past I live alone, I do not wander A world that just slips further from my grasp And from
Take me out of the city, Where my shadow can roam Let me breath in the morning Let my way be my home Take me out of the city True love I will not find
I think these walls have a message or have changed Which it is I can't decide. So I leave with the writer that remains And let him tell me what his better
Go ahead and let your hands stay entwined, I swear I could not possibly mind. And when she lets down her guard, Don't kiss her too hard. She's sure to
There were moments of dreams I was offered to save I live less like a workhorse, more like a slave I thought that one quick moment that was noble or brace
2, 3, 4... I need a silent true-way to admire. Like you as a sunset, and I as a wildfire. And I can let the day go... I've locked up these words, in
Oh, Lou- I'd like to let you know that I do not feel welcome. All the birds, the trees, the falling snow No they were not made for me. And all this is
If all my lovers sing the big words And all my brothers keep them small Then I get lost in the difference, between their whisper and the echo of their
I aint talking bout a relocation (it cant be, it cant be) it wont fly past the horrible house wife (it cant be, it cant be) here's your money back, i
Can?t use it like you want When you use it too late And you had time before to mistreat it Or appreciate Better watch what you say Salute the Institution
