Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing under me. It must’ve been much harder when there was no bridge just water
Where in the world have my priorities gone?
And it stoned me
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to rest my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
And anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind
I have so much to say, so much to express. But I just can't seem to get it out. And honestly, I don't think I want to either. I want to lock as much of this up so I can open it up whenever I need a boost, a kick.
Will I ever get used to this?
dying for just a minute's peace.
I swallow headlines,
always running from the time police.
Well, wherever I was, you were there too
Anything to make you smile
Set me free, leave me be
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall
I'm just the way I'm supposed to be
WHOPPA
Let bygones be bygones, and so on and so on
It is amazing how people who do not even know each other can come together when times get rough. People need other people, physical contact. It is just our human nature and it is as simple as that.
Sweet like candy to my soul. Sweet you rock, and sweet you roll.
And I stare at you
You wear nothing
But you wear it so well
Tied up and twisted
The way Id like to be
My voice, a beacon in the night. My words will be your light to carry you to me.
Cold wind in August
Du håller ingens hand, du tror att alla skulle titta då.
Men jag håller din ibland, för det är kallt och jag fryser så.
Nothing but blue skies always on my mind
Finally everything is perfect. This type of state of mind usually doesn't last that long. But it has lasted quite a while now, and will continue to do so. Everything, all of it, just feels so good.
And I'm ten feet off the ground
It's a rush I can't explain
Like you shot something crazy into my veins
Så jag hör att du förklarat krig mot kärleken
Close your eyes and I hope you see mine
One of the most painful things to see are christmas lights, tacky christmas lights. I remember my family taking the van and driving over to some random neighborhood in the Richmond area. There was a house there that was extremely decorated. Every inch of the roof, the porch, the front door and the lawn was completely covered. People would park outside just to stare and take pictures.
We drove there every year. So, in a way, the house wasn't tacky. It was beautiful because it was a tradition of ours.
Decade in the sun
Start wasting my time
Let's rent a sad movie
and drink some bad wine
And stare at the sunset
Because I've got too much on my mind
Give me no good reason why
Start wasting my time
De såg mig som någonannan, och jag kände mig som det
Stop stalling, make a name for yourself
You're asking me will my love grow?
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
Jag vet vem jag är när jag är hos dig
I have come to the conclusion that too little sleep results in good days. Quite strange, but it's alright. The problem is, however, that this won't work in the long run. But, I figure I'll deal with that later. Right now, I need the good days. Damn, they're awesome.