Sunday you’re turning sentimental
Take your time
I’m keeping my cool here
Do you mind?
Pouring me petals of a rose
Our hearts are toasting
Now with eyes closed
There she goes
Somebody likes m
Windy autumn
Evening by the river
Stands a man
A man and Gabrielle
Real looker
Her back began to shiver
Reminders of the months
Under his spell
He spoke in measure
She recognized his rhythm
Bee
The blues in your eyes
Takes me to a time
There was no precision
No decision or love
But if you take a chance
Cath this glance of mine
Because maybe baby
You’re what I’m thinking of
To you I
On Tuesdays mornings you’d wake her up
Take the firty clothes
And be on your way
In the afternoons
When she got home
You’d share a snack
And talk about the day
You’d fry chicken
At her birt
Knock hard, I can’t hear anymore
I’ve been wasting on a whisper
Jump start, all this flesh on the floor
Just like in Bowling when he finally ...
Checking out a fancy
With no time to skip the beat
Streaming beams of silence
Sweeping down on a crowded room
Catch the flip side to violence
Could it be a change of mind
Catching speed, catch attention
As it beaks up all the lines
Not to worry jus
One more candle for the evening
One last touch before I fade
Isn’t now the ever after?
Love can come at any age
The more we live
The less we die
The more we live
The less we die
It may get
