If to borrow is to take and not return I have borrowed all my lonesome life And I can't, no I can't get through The borrower's debt is the only regret
So now I am older than my mother and father when they had their daughter now what does that say about me Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and
I woke up one morning All my fingers rotten I woke up a dying man without a chance I came to your window Threw a stone and waited At the door a stranger
I was raised up believing I was somehow unique Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes Unique in each way you can see And now after some thinking
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Why in the night sky are the lights on? Why is the earth moving round the sun? Floating in the vacuum with no purpose, not a one Why in the night sky
So guess I got old I was like trash on the sidewalk I guess I knew why Often it's hard to just sweet talk I was old news to you then Old news, old news
In that dream I'm as old as the mountains Still is starlight reflected in fountains Children grown on the edge of the ocean Kept like jewelry kept with
Red squirrel in the mornin', red squirrel in the evenin', red squirrel in the mornin', I'm comin' to take you home The sun rises over my head, In the
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ?round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin? in the snow
Whoa-oh-oh Come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long The spring is upon us, follow my only song Settle down with me by the fire of my
I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong Memory is a fickle siren song I didn't understand
He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie '
Just as the sand made everything round Just as the tar seeps up from the ground Bitter dancer, ever turning So was the day that you came to town You
She left a week to roam Your protector's coming home Keep your secrets with you Safe from the outside You walk along the stream Your head caught in a
Meadowlark, fly your way down, I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown. Ah meadowlark, sing to me. Hummingbird
Lay me down, lay me down Lay me down, lay me down Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in
