Look at my mouth, a thin painted line Look at my limbs, bent up and bundled in twine Forever, ever mine Form of a tree, shape of a child I wish I could cry, stuck in a permanent smile Forever, ever mine I know you must have loved me sometime.
First there was me, nothing but time Till he came along, you told me you'd always be mine Forever, ever mine Look at his face, somewhat like mine But look at his nose, you can always be sure that he's lying Forever, ever mine Who needs you A boy-to-be who.
Better than him, worthy of you Given the chance that he had, I know what I'd do Forever, ever mine I call him liar, you call him son If I could move, I'd set him on fire and I'd run Forever Woke up, I was on top of the world.
Can't say how frightened I am How unenlightened I am As I run for cover Can't say how happy I am to be wrong She's on time, She's on time She's on time, She's on time She's on time, hallelujah She's on time And it's the safest time of the.
We move in a mysterious way 'Cause when some holiday I'd say we work harder Not happy with a hug and a kiss Although most stop at this We go much, much farther We can't stop foolin' around On the bed, on the ground on the bathroom counter We can't.
Between you and me, how happy we'll be Repeating the cycle permanently But where will we be when baby makes three? I know that in a couple of years I might lay down my fears and get psyched about it Give in with out an ounce of regret Trying not.
She's on time, She's on time She's on time, She's on time She's on time, hallelujah She's on time And it's the greatest time of the month for making love She's on time, She's on time She's on time, She's on time She's on time Where's the drummer? She's on.
I look straight in the window, try not to look below Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees I wish I could fly From this building From this wall And if.
My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings Can't look below me, or something might throw me Curse at the windstorms that October brings I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb I'd gladly swap places, if they care.
I wish I could step from this scaffold Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's Dead Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer I look like a painter, behind all the grease But paintings creating, and I'm.