Knowing you makes all the difference
Don’t it darling
Knowing all your if’s and why’s
Your when’s and how’s
December comes in as a short procession
A little punctured, a little heartbroken
But not forever and not for long
In New York, the vagabonds have fled
To your dusty wings
The play bill tramps are
Starving for a little warmth
It seems I
A wooden cross, an angels bed Decked with nails and strewn in red And empty…
Please, remember me, happily, by the rosebush laughing with bruises on my chin, the time…
You running 'round in circles But you won't find no better than this. And after…
She is death, All of the time. She is death, All of the days. She…
son bi defa söylüyorum sende söyle ben buyum saymasınlar bozmuyorum söylemiştim ben buyum bakma öyle…
So here I am And I'm ready to Talk all through the Night if you…