I can see their eyes.. but tell me something: can they see mine?
‘Cause what’s left to lose? I’ve done enough. And if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot. And these last three years, I know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it’s alone.
...>>I want so much to open your eyes, ‘cause I need you to look into mine.
...>>What is there to know? All this is what it is.
...>>we’ve got a little world of our own
...>>you need faith for the same reasons that it’s so hard to find
…
only a full house gonna make a home
it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.
There was pain, sunny days, and rain.; I knew you’d feel the same things…
...>>I can be the right notion in the meantime, warm you like the sunshine.
... Stand in the light.
I need your grace to remind me to find my own.
...>>I guess that this is where we’ve come to
… on the right track, yea but I was on the wrong train
… you proved to me unintentionally that you would self-destruct eventually
saying I love you has nothing to do with meaning it
...>>Please come here.. come right on over..
when we collide we’ll see what gets left over
… There is no line that you can’t step right over
Turn a new page, tear the old one out;
I’ll try to see things your way
and I’m gonna love you anyway.
when all you gotta keep is strong,
move along move along like I know you do
and even when your hope is gone,
move along move along just to make it through
go on… when everything is wrong, we move along…..
You don’t know me, you don’t wear my chains.
… I think I need a sunrise. I’m tired of the sunset.
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...>>Oh God… maybe it’s not just down to you..
...>>Peter said to Paul, “you know, all those words we wrote…are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go. Now talking to God is Laurel begging Hardy for a gun. I got a girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we’ve done.”
...>>As young as I was, I felt older back then;
more disciplined, stronger and certain.
I was saved by grace but destroyed by naivety
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
we’re all taking the same steps.. they’re foolish now.
We’ve been had.. you say it’s over. Sometimes I’m just happy I’m older.
...Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud.