I took the torch out of his old flame Now he?s chasing after a faster train I used kisses sweet as rain When I took the torch out of his old flame She
A thousand rainy days and I Spoke on tongues that talk of saints Burned down days like cigarettes For your hollow praise Down the days that you forget
And now the torch and shadows lead Were it not so black and not so hard to see How can it help you when you don't know what you need? How can anybody
The night club was burning From the torch singer's song And the sweat was floodin' her eyes The catwalk squeaked 'neath the bartender's feet And the smoke
I feel glad, oh I love (Oh, I love) Prose says Yes, he may (Oh, yes, he may) Fiddle future (Her future) It dies Union of love, union of perfect love
I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed Miss your take on anything and the music
When you say goodbye to the love that we knew This you can be sure of I will torch on for you I will carry my torch for you When you break somebody
Yo no quiero pensar ke seria de la vida sin vos nadie te ve pasar sos un ser perdido en la multitud y nadie imagina el bien quee causas a tu alrededor
busta rhymes- i keep my hand in the air with official my money in it, getting my point across damn! im so able back up in da building they know my niggas
it's not what you get it's what you will give i've been the other way seen this thing before and what are lessons time we have spent just look the other
We sailed away on a winter's day With fate as malleable as clay But ships are fallible, I say And the nautical, like all things, fades and I Can recall
Oh, where is your inflammatory writ Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit" Our music deserving devotion unswerving Cry "Do I deserve her?" with
Feel the matress tense beneath me Like the muscle of nonsleepy Feathers flexing will defeat me And it vexes me completely And the hexes heat covertly
Sadie White coat You carry me home And bury this bone And take this pinecone Bury this bone To gnaw on it later, gnawing on the telephone And 'till
We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore You seem markedly more And I'm oozing suprise But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What was
I slept all day Awoke with distaste And I railed And I raved That the difference between The sprout and the bean It is a golden ring It is a twisted string
Svetlana sucks lemons across from me And I am progressing abominably And I do not know my own way to the sea But the saltiest sea knows its own way to
There was a knight and a lady bright And three little babes had she She sent them away to a far country To learn their grammar They hadn't been gone but