"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed." Ernest Hemingway, author and journalist, Nobel laureate (1899-1961)
Say goodbye on a night like this If it's the last thing we ever do You never looked as lost as this Sometimes it doesn't even look like you
It goes dark It goes darker, still, please stay But I watch you like I'm made of stone As you walk away
I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night A witch hunt for another girl For always and ever is always for you Your trust, the most gorgeously stupid thing I ever cut in the world
Say hello on a day like today Say it everytime you move The way that you look at me now Makes me wish I was you
It goes deep It goes deeper still this touch And the smile and the shake of your head And the smile and the shake of your head
I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night Can't stand here like this anymore For always and ever is always for you I want it to be perfect like before
Oh, I want to change it all Oh, I want to change
I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night Can't stand here like this anymore For always and ever is always for you I want it to be perfect like before
Oh, I want to change it all Oh, I want to change Oh, I want to change it all Oh, I want to change
You're an empty promise, you're an easy chairYou're the Gods forces struck down somewhere You're a secret noticed, you're a mystery skyYou're a wish floated up to the night Medellia of my eyes, you're the emptiness of IYou're the reason that I writeAnd if you say you will, I will love you stillAnd if I could, I'd throw away this worldI'd dress you all in pearlsI'd give you what you wanted You're all I notice in a crowded roomYour vacant motives unmoved, revealed
Medellia of my eyes, you're the emptiness of IYou’re the reason that I driveAnd if you say you will, I will love you stillAnd if I just could be anything for youJust anyone at allAnything that mattered, washed out You’re the silly reasons in a goldfish laughYou're the agelss season, at rest at last.
"The epitaph that I would write for history would say: I conceal nothing. It is not enough not to lie. One should strive not to lie in a negative sense by remaining silent." Leo Tolstoy, novelist and philosopher (1828-1910)