Sleeping Sun
The sun is sleeping quietly Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life For wishes I behold my nights
A truth at the end of time Losing faith makes a crime
I wish for this night-time to last for a life-time
The darkness around me - shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping Weeping With you
Sorrow has a human heart From my God it will depart
I`d sail before a thousand moons Never finding where to go
222 days of light Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet`s play Until there`s nothing left to say
Don't get me wrong I love you
But does that mean I have to meet your father?
When we are older you'll understand
What I meant when I said "No,
I don't think life is quite that simple"
When you walk away
You don't hear me say please
Oh baby, don't go
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go
The daily things
that keep us all busy
all confusing me thats when you came to me and said,
Wish i could prove i love you
but does that mean i have to walk on water?
When we are older you'll understand
It's enough when i say so,
And maybe somethings are that simple
When you walk away
You don't hear me say please
Oh baby, don't go
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go
Hold me
Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all
Nothing's like before
Simple and Clean
You're giving me too many things
Lately you're all I need
You smiled at me and said,
Lady Macbeth- Out Damned Spot:
Out, damned spot! out, I say!--
One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
account?--Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.
The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?--
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'
that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
this starting.
Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
hand. Oh, oh, oh!
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so
pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he
cannot come out on's grave.
To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's
done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!
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guess what i got...
I got a Gravitation DVD...
They only had the 2nd one, but I got it anyways...lol
but ok...lol
but that made no sense...lol