Ay, ay, ay, ay Con el pasar de los ahe aprendido en la vida Que se vive intensamente Porque si no se termina Con el pasar de los ael caris mbueno Se
Hold me, before I go under Hear me, before I drown Sharpen your sense of wonder Listen to what I've found Here we are again Two old lovers Two old friends
(Rodney Crowell) I don't drink as much as I used to 'cos lately that just ain't my style. And the hard times don't hurt like they ought'a they pass
Ruthy is an artist, she's got oceans in her head Doctor says you really shouldn't leave her alone She throws her books -- all scattered cross the room
I've burned my bridges And I'm free at last All my chains are in the past The new life starts here The day is wide open The sky is blue The world is
i hope you like my stupid painting it won't be here next time, you'll burn it i'm no matisse and never said i could paint the way things are going..i
Banging rocks together makes sunshine Banging heads with rocks 'till blood comes: the writing process Everything has diapers on and smells like It's time
a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
i. it's a slow fever, the sweat rises and recedes, as the weeks sprinkle onto sidewalks from the shredded calander balconies of new year's. i've been
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal, soon they'll be happy and very safe; if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off. if it wasn't for
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
(Geesin) (Instrumental)
Cry, Baby, cry Grow, Baby, grow Stand on your own Holidays and happy days at home Seaside, bike ride, fun land, hot sand, childhood floating by Wonder
water, bread of life Come and quench this thirst within me Fill this hunger deep inside For so long I have been empty Nothing else will satisfy You alone are what I need Lord Living water
In my subterranean tower...- yes, it was "love" that has brought me here, there are no numbers, but one and eleven, and an uncertain feeling about the
letting go Living life in still water Blinded by what we've become You get tired of screaming When you're not reaching anyone Living life in still water
