Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Stars And Boulevards

Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here,
your words are creeping at my feet
I fear, sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear
to the haze of this city and go south......

look out, they're coming after us with big guns,
they're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
even if the words they say aren't true they've won,
And I'm left here..... dying in the sun

oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
seems like I'm never coming home, seems like I'm always on my own...
and all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you

late nights, won't do me justice
cause when I drink I just get so damn depressed,
and its not like, I ain't trying to get over you.

it's just so hard to look at the seasons, pass me over too
...oh...seems like I'm always on my own,seems like I'm never coming home
seems like I'm always on my own...
and all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you

one last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much,
I would just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch,
any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all
or sung my life away...........................................................................................my life away





but all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you


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