I wanted you to notice when I dyed and cut my hair.
I put on my red lipstick and decided I should wear
the dress that I thought was hottest.
I just wanted to be a goddess;
a deity unlike another.
If you wonder, I will follow you into the night
as a child without a mother.
Send your arms to hold me tight tonight.
She wanted me to notice when she dyed and cut her hair.
I found her in the garden outside under the stair
asleep and lying still as amber.
Last December she was hiding where
she thought I would never find her.
I remind her of days that brought her despair.
The garden foliage is greener and her fruit has become ripe tonight.
I wish you were there from the beginning but no one ever sticks around that long unless they know what is in it for them and only when there is some kind of guarantee.
Listening to her tell me sincerely she would never see a shooting star. So elusive, it could not exist. It's just a myth.
I don't believe in shooting stars
I don't believe in life on Mars
Don't deceive with blinded horrors
I expected something smarter
Make it easier not harder
Tell me when you're telling lies
Pretending I could be alive and satisfied I tried to hide behind a lie. Her at my side in public eyes without the light
Of April skies illuminating my disguise. Let's deny what we don't see with our own two eyes.
I don't believe in anything I cannot see...
I don't believe in destiny
I don't believe in fantasy
I cannot see what is holding me
So I don't believe in gravity
Until I see with my own two eyes a shooting star across the skies
Oh my love look at your face
The prettiest one in this place
I know I said I needed my space
Good thing we have Queen Anne's Lace
When I was a boy I was naive
I wore my heart upon my sleeve
And Jesus was watching over me
If anyone asks you where I am
Tell them I'm acting like a man
Who let his love slip through his hands
Oh my love the sky is so dark
Pennyroyal and Cottonwood Bark
Cohosh of Black and Cohosh of Blue
How could we let this happen to you?
I may be a masochist
Clenching on a passive fist
And it will never be the same
I've forgotten how to feel
And now nothing else is real
But the inevitable pain
Nature always gets her way
We try and force her to obey
I feel nothing today
Oh my love look at your face
The prettiest one in this place
In New York City there ain't no time to even waste in line waiting when eyes are dilated open wide and not caring they just caught you staring back. You never expected that, did you? At every time you look up the eyes are staring at you.
If you give us a masquerade your money goes faster they hold in their laughter, take advantage of this exact situation without hesitation. The minute is fastest in the nation and everything else you've heard about it seems to be true.
Blow out the candle light and lay down here with me under the drawing that you made hanging above my bed where you and I can hide all through the night.
We have to stay alive forever and a day to show the world that we are made of more than just blood and bones inside behind our eyes.
There is no ending point and there is no beginning either I don't even care how long it takes you to believe because you had your chance to leave.
Love has an appetite for setting into stone what we have started to unfold until the emptiness decides it must grow old and sympathize.
You made the bed in which you lie. I've heard it said as I forget and put aside past mistakes anticipating ones that I have yet to make.
It's so extraordinary how you complicate the simple things. And tell me how I can relate when you're thinking in circles. You make me think in circles.
The clock is ticking and the rays of sun are beating on my forehead making my hair stick around on top of beads of sweat. I have been waiting all last night for you to call me back. The time we spent together was enough for me to not be a wreck.
Even when you're with me I feel alone and when you're here it feels like you're gone.
This is the part where lovers keep each other at a distance. It's not uncommon for this thing to happen like for instance, I set myself up high enough for you to pull the rug out from under me, but luckily I'm hanging from the chandelier. All right my dear, you can leave me hanging here forever. I don't know if you're aware, but my heart isn't made of leather or stainless steel. I still can feel the loneliness when you're beside me. When you're not, I feel I've got a lot of nothing to remind me....
See through the window a man you don't know sitting in silence all alone until he sees her breast in the mirror as she is hanging up the phone.
Home is where they put the drama. Home is where they keep the karma.
Quarter to midnight. The flickering light. The television black and whit noise. The wife ignoring her husband's snoring after a night out with the boys.
Home is where they put the drama. Home is where they keep the karma.
No matter how far I go from there, I always end up where I belong.