the speed though, man, you better let ease off A street talk into a collision course with these walls - bam! They don't move, don't pray, don't lose,
her splendor Every night at nine o'clock. And her chariot is the cross-town bus That stops right down the block. Then the old piano minstrel Plays her song
When your breath gets weak and your vision?s cloudy who?s name will you call out? Their tendons sing like piano wire, Their muscles solid, forged from
Elise Apologizes when she slips She's just damned cute when she drinks She told me that she liked my songs And that she wanted the world to sing along She prayed
heard another song I caught wind and hit the road runnin' And Lord I been a longtime gone Been a longtime gone Lord I ain't had a prayer since I don'
a good place, and in days were where I lived, I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give, Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano, Oh, every love song
was not quite what he expected there was an old piano player there playing with a honky-tonk sound and everyone who entered that place depressed that piano
COULD THERE BE SUCH A SIN IN THIS MAN I'VE BECOME IN THIS MAN THAT I'VE BEEN NOW CALLING TO GOD FROM THE PIT'S VERY BOTTOM I PRAY HE FORGIVES EVERY SIN
do you greet the morning Draping your heart in a shroud Why must your life be a sideshow Played to an ignorant crowd How are you, in the other hours Do you pray
of snow With lace decorated from the foamed sea Can you hear notes of piano And moan of those who shall dance With song wolves on our frozen shore Statues