Washed out, agonizing to be a glass bottle instead...
you concern yourself with to be crumpled; I'm...

Give me tonight,
To show you the stars...

Already over, these vines playing
angry melodies upon my palm...

Sunny days aren't promised to us.
I repeat this, my mantra, as Fleetwood Mac...

When I first came through your door,
I saw you smiling and standing there...

What would happen
if all our decisions...

He never shuts the door
on those who are too poor...

These words seem out of style
and they can't fit my mouth...

You wallow in your cocoon
a musky scarlet tongue...

Verse 1: What will I do now that you're gone?
It's like my life was taken away...

Early morning sun,
Chases away night shadows...

People always say you'll know,
and now, I understand...