Kiss me. Kiss me. Life is way too short to scream and shout.

All things shall perish from under the sky. Music alone shall live.

And though I don't know what comes next I will not hold my horses.

Dreams that come and go

But I just kept doing what I love, even though

All I ever wished for was out of breath, running so slow

The sky looks pissed, the wind talks back. My bones are shifting in my skin and you my love are gone.

I'll never say, that I'll never love. But I don't say a lot of things and you my love are gone.

So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore and if you come around again then I will take the chain from off the door.

I'm sorry its come down to this, there's so much about you that I'm going to miss.

Allons enfant de la Patrie, le jour de glorie est arrive!

And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caught by a thread. She pays for the bread and she goes.

Your heart is a river that flows from your chest
Through every organ
Your brain is the dam
And I am the fish who can't reach the core

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want

We need to feel breathless again.

I want to change the world but instead I sleep.

So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way; 'cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain.

I'm just not the same as I was a year ago, and each minute since then.

Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight.

And they call the thing Rodeo.

In the rain, the pavement shines like silver

All the lights are misty in the river

In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight

The sentiment fills me with a lovely combination of romantic abandon and dread.

Piece me together out of the things you see

...

Oh, we all fall down, we are scattered on the ground

And we part like waves and no one ever stays

I'll be missing you.

But goodbye's too good a word, gal, so I'll just say fare thee well.

Et jour apres jour je songe.

You and me of the 10,000 wars
Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores-
A bed to be made and a bed to lie in
A hand in the darker side and our sights set on zion.

I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul. Where I'll end up well I think, only God really knows.

He asks me my name, I say I just changed it to complexity.

The planets bend between us
A hundred million suns and stars
The sea filled in this silence
Before you said those words
And now even in the darkness
I can see how happy you are

I want to carry you

and for you to carry me

the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,

I could hear two people talking quietly

in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,

then one changed the subject,

and, I swear, they began talking about you.

I may not be a perfect soul but I can learn self control.

You're a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker. Don't you mess around with me.

You electrify my life. Lets conspire to ignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive.

Love is our resistance.

Wont you make me dream again and sit here, like you do.

Sing out with vigor and vim.

Every time I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It goes by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away

Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dreams come true

Let nothing disturb thee, let nothing afright thee. All things are passing; God never changeth. Patient endurance attaineth to all things. Who God posesseth in nothing is wanting. Alone God sufficeth. Amen.

Someday you will be loved.

I feel I must interject here. You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history. So let me help you remember. I made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear, prepared a lecture on why I have to leave.

Hello.
Get out the abacus and count me.

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection
But people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

In my life I love you more

The wide world spins and spits turmoil, the nations toil for peace. But the paws of fear upon your chest, only love can soothe that beast. And my words are paper tigers, no match for the predator of pain inside her. I say, love will come to you, hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true.

If you don't have a song to sing, you're okay. You know how to get along humming.

Have ye not known? Have ye not heard? Hath it not been told you from the beginning? Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?

Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept. Ye shall have a song, and gladness of heart, as when one goeth with a pipe to come to the mountain of the Lord.

Let it die. Get out of my mind. We don't see eye to eye or hear ear to ear. Don't you wish we could forget that kiss and see this for what it is: that we're not in love?

The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start.

It was hard to tell just how I felt, to not recognize myself. I started to fade away. And after all it wont take long to fall in love now I know what I don't want. I learned that with you.

The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start. The tragedy starts from the very first spark, losing your mind for the sake of your heart. The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start.

I'm so tired of being tired. As sure as night will follow day, most things I worry about never happen anyway.

You sit with your legs crossed up in that tree and speak in paper cranes, i watch them float past me and i watch the stars.