Transport me and quarantine This feeling that is seldom scene I'm curious and fevers peaked Delirious with this mystique Soaked in a blanket's warm ember
Oh, beware of bleeding lung And bugs that eat their young The demons in your head The wolves under your bed The bones of dinosaurs Hidden below the floors
go on and ask me anything what do you need to know I'm not holding on to anything I'm not willing to let go of to be free, to be free I've got to ask
I've got layers of lies that I don't even know about yet bathroom doors turned billboards no place left untouched without the mumblin tell me what I need
Well it came & caught us off our guard We were just laughin' Feelin' alright Had such a great time just last night We walked into a minefield undetected
Thirty years ago I was a little girl Riding in the back seat of the car. A woman sang 'You don't bring me flowers anymore.' I felt the sadness in my little
so much hurt and preservation like a tendril round my soul so much painful information no clear way on how to hold it when everything in me is tightening
it took me by surprise this old house and these old feelings walked round and looked inside familiar walls and halls and ceilings where I'd dream and
When I am down and need to cry till morning, I know just where I am going. When I'm in need of sweet commiseration To speak out loud. Raise a glass to
love i made it mine i made it small i made it blind i followed heart only to find it wasn't love it wasn't love love of songs in pen oh love of movie
Strange acorns of goose-grey laurel brushwoods, branches and insects laying down the border of the brothchannel beside the eyes an asphalted emerald
"If I tell you a secret, do you promise you will never tell a soul?" "I promise." "This world is not as you know it. Even though the solstice nights and
She ran hard And her feet felt nothin' A giant river twistin' to the top of the hill And fell down hard And man, it hurt And bruised her body On the rocks
All I know is just one dead phrase All I know is just one dead phrase And it's eating my herat wasting my day You know I could feel unhappy Yes there
did you feel the nurse at night? She stroked and held your hand. Did you feel the doctors might? He cried; you understand? That everything ain't always
I have a mandolin, I play it all night long It makes me want to kill myself I also have a Dobro, made in some mountain range Sounds like a mountain range
Comes the morning with scarlet and black for you maybe Past the sun hides the one with fires anew Soon to be gone, morning comes more for me lately Comes
I've got the pictures of the memories of running with the gang. Black and white on paper, but in my head the colors never fade. That was before, when