me don't talk anyway Feel like an ambulance, chaser of fame Pray I could replace her Forget the way her tears taste Oh, the way her tears taste Put another X on the calendar
, oh when skies are gray And gray, and gray Well the clock's heart it hangs Inside it's open chest with it's hands stretched Towards the calendar hanging
make me happy the skies are grey and grey and grey.? Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar
need to count their number No need to keep a record Like the calendar on the wall Days, devoid of all ambition Sitting in the kitchen With the calendar
I am not angry with myself Within the galaxy Stories of pictures Songs of vision In living of growth, feel all right In creation of destruction All knowledge
(Every day of the year) I love, I love, I love my calender girl Yeah, sweet calender girl I love, I love, I love my calender girl Yeah, sweet calender
a beach by the sea The pages keep turning, I mark off each day with a cross And I'll laugh about all that we've lost Calendar girl who is lost to the world, stay alive Calendar
just for you, there is a calendar, not just a need for the time But just 'cause you're on my mind, It's made of days, this simple calendar, But it feels
January, February, March, April, May June, July January, February, March, April, May June, July August, September, October November, December August,
Hey - don't you want - to be caught Hey - don't you want - to be caught Unbrainwash - today October - gives way - to Christmas January... Calendar What
I'd never thought I'd reach another end When all I want is to be myself again So why so soon we were having so much fun Sometimes I wish I'd never
you cry but i got over just check your calendar they don't have meaning in my life think their pretty but im a roller just check your calendar December
penniless poor Nothing more, no nothing more Calendars, clocks and hickory docks (Tick tock, tick tock) Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah (Tick tock, tick tock) Calendars
where I dream you exist in the places you aren't I'm cold inside and these pictures can't even explain what's missing in my life. The coldest of calendars
Notice every day go by, knowing what you didn't try. Numbers flashing in your head, worry replaced it instead. Looking across the water, pondering what
Son cabas sous le bras, en pleine nonchalance Un peintre en batiment de moyenne importance En ce jour de conge, traine son anatomie Un sourrie iradiant
you plan it too much Waste your whole life without living Gimme a moment that should have been spent Time isn't very forgiving Wasting away all your calendar
