I had a dream last night I dreamt that I was swimming And the stars up above Directionless and drifting Somewhere in the dark Were the sirens and the
The golden ratio the shell The stairs ascending round themselves The trees rustle as if to kneel and listen To the heartbeat of a lark or the lark in
Ia??m not afraid of the dark Wea??ve been here before Fallen on hard times, honey Wea??ve fallen on swords But if a long shadow Falls across your heart
I know who you are old man keep running I caught your trail as you left the pines Out into the fields where you couldna??t hide nowhere Just a thin stitch
Southern pacific Red, white, and blue Where are we running to? Over the wide plains Over the wide plains Take me to someplace new Remember me Roxy Anne
Deep in the belly of a whale I found her Down with the deep blue jail around her Running her hands through the ribs of the dark Florence and Calamity
There was a time I had the right key Rolled the tumbler slid the bolt on every wandering eye I caught But something has changed this is all wrong Ia??
All of a sudden now you're back again - I thought you were happy with whoever? or did you dream about me now and then? Did you look up at the stars
If this was the cold war we could keep each other warm I said on the first occasion that I met Marie We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile
Louis Collins took a trip out west And when he returned little Deliaa??d gone to rest The angels laid her away Louis said to Delia, a??Thata??s the sad
Serenade me with rocks, love No lullabyes through the locks, love I locked myself in with the band, But the music's never loud enough Decibels in the
What's it take to make the dime drop? All of these kids who think they're quick on the draw Always shooting at outlaws I'm busy keeping my Colt cocked
don?t stand so close to me don?t be another tragedy I?ve burned everybody who had a hand to lend a man burning at both ends no one put me in this
birds beneath my window dustying their wings upon the lawn Hear 'em in the morning light a last amen to a migratory song they?re never looking round
He's ridin the plains living love to his name as the next to the last true romantic he knows that his story is tragic but he can't rest till he's next
here I am standing at your window again waiting for you to say go away or come in I?m your locked door?s worst knocker I?m your curtain?s best friend
you had your red rainslicker on your face was turned up into rain as you watched me and I was crossing I was crossing the street like my own Rubicon
at night we crossed the border following a Black robe to the edge of the reservation?to Cataldo Mission where the saints and all the martyrs look down
