I fall asleep by the telephone It's 2 o'clock and I'm waiting up alone Tell me, where have you been? I found a note with another name You blow a kiss
'm tired of watching you Drag your skeletons through the room I got a voice that you won't hear I got a song that's never clear And there's no time for another note
to your heart You left us marching on the road And said how heavy was the load But the years were young, the struggle barely had its start Do you hear the voices
I gotta do to keep you From doin' this to me? I wrote a couple of notes One in love, one in anger They're lyin' there Dyin' in the dresser drawer Lived louder than my voice
without your love I need your company You ain't gonna cross the line I guess it must be up to me There's a note left in the bottle You can give it to
wrong Said the spider to the fly Do I like this girl? It?s such a big world I like the tone of her voice Loved the sound of her voice When I get back
this shit Hands tied with appearances Hang on tight to get through this True or false, would you send your love? No, no, no, no, no With letter bombs and ransom notes
first heard this cut you thought it was irreceptible Now you're groovin' to it that makes it acceptable Party people listen to my word The note on the
t know you like I do, Or at least the sides I thought I knew, I can't bear this time, It drags on as I lose my mind, Reminded by things I find, Like notes
woman that I love The sweetest wild adventure hangs within my grasp She's eternal, she's alive and I've found her at last I've left her notes and
laying in the mud on bags of sand We heard a German sing from no man's land He had tenor voice so pure and true The words were strange but every note
I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak
on the summer air I see her tripping where the bright streams play Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice
here much longer the way it has to be promise me you'll carry on You'll always feel this energy that symmetry that won't just leave you these voices
the streets without a chord Now this city is my song where I submerge myself Taking a long walk around the block Every little step, every single step becomes a note
A handful of dust, a worthless piece of clay And you breathed the breath of Heaven Then there was a soul, the heart, the hands, the voice That could sing
pizza arrived, and the mother superior began to bless the food. Now this woman normally had a gruffed low-pitched speaking voice but as soon as she began to pray he voice
've always thought my main job was to be a spy, to use my eyes and ears, and find some of the answers. For example, I like to hang around the banks of