The winter of 42', a young priest found you. Wrapped up tight and warm, no regards, no reward. "Who's baby blue? Who cares for you? Wheres your mother
These mighty eyes. They looked at me with no intention. They hit me twice. At first glance, and then a second time. She said to me, "that shit you
Your hands at your side. Your eyes looking down. A smile slowly forming, I heard not a sound. The way, oh, you talk with your hands. I took you by your
I've gotten so far, on bad news. Holding on to repertoires of songs I used to sing to you. These bruises lace my shins, from drinking with my indian
[Words: P. Murphy / Music: Bauhaus] Following the silent hedges Needing some other kind of madness Looking into purple eyes Sadness at the corners Works
I was alone on the sidewalk when you came. And there wasn't anything that I wouldn't say. Somewhere there's an in between place, a place where my face
it was a mid july in the late eve at peace them kids came from the south and they started bleedin west texas floods are far and few between tonight was
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