Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong
Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected expected?
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
People think that singing and playing is easy. It's not. It's easy to strum along, but if you actually want to really play, where it's important, that's a hard thing and not too many people are good at it.
Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.