Тексты песен «Elijah Wyman»

Here I've sat for these grueling weeks watching the days go by, recounting when paper jumped to pen, and graphed its own design. This pen is dead in my hands. This paper is limp on my desk. Every attempt at beauty is...

As far as I go, I'll never ever make beauty on my own. With sky as backdrop, the foreground's grandeur is forgot. In failure I realize, I only really failed because the way I tried. As far as I go, I'll never ever make...

Your blessings are flowing like words from a poets mouth. Each blessing, lovingly, scripted into my life like words, set for best effect. My life is poetry. Part of the greatest library. Our Author knows us all by...

There is a layer of clouds between me and you, that block out the sun, a thousand ways to break my heart, but I'm stuck on one. Shotgun my pleas to heaven, deep down I know you're there, but tonight my heart is heavy...

With all the laws I'm breaking I'd blow right through my savings on the tickets. Running a red light. Driving eighty-five in a school zone. Now I'm jogging down that corridor with white washed walls and checkered...

Dove in a tree above David and me. ?Just Point and squeeze,? I am whispering. Watch her spin towards the ground. Crimson! But I've only hit her wing. She is walking, cooing. Here come the dogs, those filthy dogs, to...

It's off to work for you my love with a kiss good good-bye. I've packed you lunch. Watch you drive down the street. Making sure you really leave. Then I steal back to our bed not to sleep but to wake instead. I lift...

He and she and I will share the strongest bond of any pair of pillars on a firm foundation. The rain may fall and the waters swell. A weaker house would not fair well. We're on a firm foundation. My love is gentle,...

Silence. Like a high-arced shot at the buzzer. Big city sirens are drowned out by the suburbs. I could tear out the stick shift that keeps us apart, keeps our hands away, and praise God for storm clouds setting the...

Wrap my heart in cellophane and stick in the freezer for a later date, whoa. Later on in life when we've grown apart I'll thaw it out and stick it on the end of my arm, whoa. Body is wearing, my mind can hardly think...

It's the day before August and summer is waning. It's festival weekend and it's just started raining. It's one more reason to hate this state, with its noisy kids filling venues that don't pay. Across the parking lot I...

You won't feel any pain. In the time it takes your heart to beat you'll never beat me again. I promise you if this trigger doesn't stick you are through. Far greater men have gone quite insane waiting for the day they...

Stretched across this continent I'm home. Boston to Las Angeles I'll roam. I've fallen in love with each coast for a reason. These reasons so rooted I can't choose between them. No. Pacific's coast is so open. You...

Keep the lights down low. Silhouettes bring confidence and peace to me. I'll only tell you what you'd know from a careful glance or a greeting by chance, less I lose the romance of an altogether admirable man. I have...

Sunshine. Sunshiney day. My lover, she ran away. The note left on the table read, ?I won't be back unless I'm dead because I hate this place. P.S. I hate your face.? Sunshine. Sunshiney day. I took a walk to clear my...

?My dear Tom, I met two men today. They had your picture and they knew your name. And what's more they said you'd done some awful things. Like you said Tom, I did not say a thing. I hate to lie. It's true. Today I...

My darlings eyes shame the skies. The sea grew jelous of their gaze, and raging waters cannot be calmed by a lovely face or a woman's charm. They pulled her down to the bottom. Her eyes can't see the light of day. They...

Wind shifts your old station wagon's frame with every gust. Its creaks and moans join in refrain with the storm outside your car. Why are you here? Why have you come? You've come a long way just to say, ?Goodbye.?...

I tried to stay awake waiting for your call, but when it finally came I'd already gone to sleep. Answering machine had already picked up. It was set for the third ring which had already rung as I woke up. Now I'm...

In the summer of ?56 your grandpa built that place in the sticks, and your father tells the story of that rope swing at the quarry. How he tied it up the day he fell in love. He could climb the tallest tree. He was the...