Hot : cold :: night : daytime. The calm of the sky begins to fade away. The beautiful sound of breezes moving tree leaves is replaced by the sound of me taking the blame. I stutter my speech for a moment or two, but, as we all know, that's nothing new.
Where are you now? It's time that we got moving. This is the point that I've been trying to make. We quietly sit and take in all the scenery. We're going nowhere, but sometimes that's ok. But money is tight and our wallets feel light, so that means there's nothing to do.
She said, "Get in the car. Come on, let's rock. There's a sale going down at the record shop. We'll spend our money 'til it all runs out."
The smoke starts to come, and now I really smell it. My stomach still hurts, and you really don't mind. We cover it up with many different flavors. I'm losing control. Now I've lost my appetite!
But sometimes forgiveness is not enough when the problem still won't go away...
I said, "Please, give it up! It's not much fun to see you fill your mouth with a loaded gun." You'd pull the trigger just to see me scream, and I'd hope this was all a dream.
Telephone conversations slow you down. Driving toward the bridge and out of town. Leave on the light. Forget about tonight. Don't think about it for a day or two.
You're ticking me off. You've got to stop. I really hate it, babe, when you're up top. So come on over, let me see you smile. And at this rate, it could take a while. I feel a tension building up in me - an ugliness I haven't seen. If things can't be forgiven, let it be.