Yeah, yeah, mmm, hmm Everybody's got a time in their life When everything hurts and nothing's right But you gotta walk on, yeah, you gotta walk on Everybody
Number 1, try to walking quickly be Number 2, count to ten, smile, count to ten Number 3, big shoes Number 4, watching big shoes Number 5, buying things
What have you been doing to yourself? What have you been doing to yourself? What have you been doing to yourself? It's the last thing you should do, ooh
6 of 1 thing, half a dozen of another 6 of 1 thing, half a dozen of another Tell me one thing then you go and do another What you doin' to me? 6 of 1
move through the words Like a million times before It?s everyday things When time stands still There?s blood on your finger tips Do you feel the chill David
The future teaches you to be alone The present to be afraid and cold So if I can shoot rabbits Then I can shoot fascists Bullets for your brain today
It's safe in the city to love in a doorway Wrangle some screams from the dawn And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, trails
Shapes of things before my eyes just teach me to despise Will time make man more wise? Here within my lonely frame my eyes just hurt my brain But will
What should it matter if the sun don't rise Its midnight forever in my Janie's eyes What should it matter if it comes on spring When I'm finding winter
I love you so much it hurts me darling that's why I'm so blue I'm so afraid to go to bed at night afraid of losing you I love you so much it hurts me
Wait till you're sure they're sound asleep Then say a little prayer, those stairs don't creak Where the river runs deep and the wildflowers bloom We'll
Number 1 Try to (walking quickly) be Number 2 Count to ten, smile, count to ten Number 3 Big Shoes Number 4 Watching big shoes Number 5 Buying things
Je sais,je ne sais pas chanter Je ne parle pas ton bon francais Et la gueule qu'on m'a donne On me l'a jamais pardonne Que sais tu de ma vie? Qu'as-tu
There's some railroad tracks not far from my house that we could walk to It's pretty place, it's a pretty place, but it's really nothing new There's
the worst that you see in me. Abruptly playing into misunderstandings; words like daggers landing safely inside of my chalked-out police outline of 9 to 5. Like David
It's everyday things Like coffee to go Like watching your mouth move through the words Like a million times before I'm watching the rain Just to see how
Tous ces petits gestes quand la femme il voit. Des centaines de mots resonnent encore entre toi et moi. Pendant l'hiver, qui s'abat sur moi. Je sens le
Things look so different from the sky Everything looks smaller when you're up so high Nothing seems important when you think that you might die Things