Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
Now, a very great man once said; That some people rob you with a fountain pen.; It didn't take too long to find out; Just what he was talkin' about.
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,; When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
I'm T-boned and punctured; But I'm known to be calm
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,; I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,; Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
My children will go, As soon as they grow.; Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound; Someone's always yelling turn it down
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
And you never ask questions; When God's on your side.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun; Would treat a father so,; To wait upon him hand and foot; And always tell him, "No"?
What good am I if I say foolish things; And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings; And I just turn my back while you silently die,; What good am I?
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me; And I do not really need to be; Assured that love is just a four-letter word
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
