When will they remove the tourniquet? Is the operation over yet? Will you calm down, sir? Will you calm down, sir? Will you calm down? I can hear the
It's like a makeover when the filming's over And she doesn't know How to fix it so that it'll stay And she can't figure out How to tease out her hair
All the black days unleashed by the rain Collapse into sunny defeat We live in a house with the roof lifted out Impossible blue while we sleep Ready
There was a hush inside the air When you were lying on the stairs Feeling the world had scattered there Like little feathers on the air And as the people
I had a dream that it all went fine Sound body, sound mind All of the drugs left not a mark Fine features, strong heart When I came to this place My
Oh Angelina, aren't we lucky to live in this odd little world? Aren't we lucky to stand in this funeral line? And if we marry, I'll kiss every tear from
People got no respect for the dead They roll new plans out neatly But into a morning exploding with red I awoke completely By accident An accident Though
In South Carolina I was struck by lightning The world was a ball on a tether My body as light as the weather The moon was like an almond The continents
This house is so clean; glass tables spread with new magazines. Can I stay for a week? You can kick me out when I break something. From the guest room
when you were a child, you were a tomboy and your mother laughed at the serious way that you looked at her and from your window at night there were the
If you could ring the sky like a bell Even such a sound would never suffice If you could bang the world like a drum It would only show it was hollow
Something is breathing in the air Something is moving, in the water And the winds in you are blowing Bring back my boy I loved him I loved him Gentle
You left some of your sweetness On my tongue in that evening With your husband and me I can't wait I made a book of the hour I let you out of the tower
He's got a little locket picture of the maids' commission. With bees blowing through the bushes, he makes the first incision, and these dolls race through
Amy Jeanne, you're in my dream. Your eyes they seem like stars and all this seems like scaffolding to lift up who you are. The hospital, the long ride
my blistered feet turn blondy so i take to the air, and i am everywhere, i am starlight i am moonlight over burning fields and bodies. i stay close to
i was a cloud i was a clud looking down; your frantic waving did not provoke feeling. but this little one steady your wings, now, sparrow i remembered
the hollow light is still on the fields where the winter has warmed and the snows have drained waway and the hunter's cry is still on the air as the
