All my little plans and schemes, Lost like some forgotten dreams, Seems that all I really was doing Was waiting for for you. Just like little girls and
In another town don't let me forget In another town mouths full of regrets In another town please place finals bets In another town but I know, I know
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit
You have tamed me Now you must take me How am I supposed to be I don't have my thorns now And I feel them sprouting They'll grow right through if I don
If I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better? Will you feel anything at all? Will you feel better,
In Dusseldorf I met a clown His nose, it was red In Gelterkinden I forgot to frown Then remembered again In Paris I saw a big fish Swimming slow in the
White lines on your mind, keep it steady You were never ready for the lies White lines on your mind, keep it steady You were never ready for the lies
This is how it works It feels a little worse Than when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowd While laughing up a storm Until we were
You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long
Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden
Hey remember the time When I found a human tooth down on Delaney Hey remember that time When we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth Hey remember
Life inside the musicbox ain't easy The mallets hit The gears are always turning And everyone inside the mechanism Is yearning to get out And sing another
He stumbled into faith and thought, God this is all there is The pictures in his mind arose and began to breathe And all the Gods and all the worlds Began
You are so sweet Dancing to the beat There's a meat market down the street The boys and the girls watch each other eat You are so sweet, so sweet Dancing
Lady sing the blues so well As if she mean it, as if it's hell down here In the smoke-filled world where the jokes are cold They don't laugh at jokes,
Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have been the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could
Summer in the city means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes I've been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
My eyes are bifocal, my hands are sub jointed I live in the future in my pre-war apartment And I count all my blessings, I have friends in high places
