LAST OF THE LONELY ONES
 
PICKING ON A STORY
 
MOMENT OUT OF TIME
 
DUST
 
FEVER
 
IT'S OVER
 
MONDAY THROUGH MONDAY
 
MIDNIGHT GUN
 
DINNER BEFORE DAWN
 
SONG FOR BOULI
 
PICKING ON A STORY
Tell anybody breathing the light
Rushed against both hands
Was a nice girl just before the war.
 
The entire vision of whole
Suddenly feeling her hand
Put it in your pocket
 
Slightly transfusion
You don't even know
What she looks like
 
Early in the morning
Every one of us… Unique
In their own time
 
Dreamy expression over her breast
Why? Because she is… Thank you… Really
Human nature
Lighter… Anything and everything
Mouth hair quite sweet
Human nature

 
Stormy Lovable
Legitimate Living
I was awaiting to move into true heart
 
Take her into yours
I hear at least your October
Perfectly silence
 
Lighting her cigarette
She glanced at his mouth
Her lap was rocking
 
Chorus
 
Nothing she did was either unwilling or unable
April rainy absorb the choir of me…
I smiled back.
You know every one is deeply in love… Feeling lonely.
You know my question was fairly a statement of faith.
Do you think you'll be coming here again?