Tag: Germany

We sat tensely for a long time, not talking
It is hours to go before you sleep
It made you just want to lay out there and catch rays and think your happy thoughts
I said out loud, as I was supposed to, what I was feeling
He knows, too, that he is only postponing his own death
Time passes, as slow as death
Everything is still for a while
I’ll do all I can do to spare your life
One wrong move and you’re dead
There is no innocence in this city
With no book to read and no one to talk to, he fell asleep on the garden bench
There are benefits to being of small size, after all
I’m just showing you what I did so I don’t have to answer questions later
It’s ridiculous how complicated this is
Go where?
I never know what I’m going to do next
I think you need to talk to somebody
It’s a loop and you gotta do something to get out of it
And the weirder you get the longer you go by yourself
A person’s not supposed to go through life with absolutely nobody
Maybe if they stayed just like this, everything would be okay
It felt like his eyes were looking right at her
He wasn’t angry about going home anymore
Nothing in this life is as easy as that
I need to put some clothes on or have the heat turned up
There was no less old-fashioned way to put it
Alexandra loved whipping along in Nat’s antique Jaguar with its top down
We need to get out and start doing things
I don’t know how long we’ll be staying
It was hot, with a gritty desert wind hard to breathe in
But I think I’d better go lie down before dinner
A half-baked suburban variety of witchcraft
I was prepared for I didn’t know what
Maybe they can give him something to settle him down
Shut up, and from here on out, stop marching on!
You are not a simple soul and have no business being here
My first mistake was waiting for a lift
I couldn’t think of anything to say so I kept quiet
Hiding your beauty behind strange vowels
It was not a story to pass on
I took them along a bumpy track
She put her hand on his shoulder
No one goes home empty-handed
His wife had just told him she was leaving him
Freedom was what they sought. Struggle was what they had lived through
He left a trail of sawdust wherever he went
And if you get lost, just look for yourself
He shook the man’s hand. Moist was the word
He knew how things worked again
His body was somewhere it had never been before