I've got nothing left to say.
It's like the words ran away.
And I'm stuck between these walls
just because I lost it all.
What am I supposed to do
when my inspiration was you?
Between these pages I'm stuck.
Now let's just wait for luck.
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
