• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Song - Smog
• Song - Avail
• Song - Michael Feinstein
• Song - White Willow
• Song - Tom Verlaine

I'm a bit like a soldier
In the way I wear no uniform
And choose not to fight
And fight all night
For some other cause
I'm a bit like the grave digger
Who wields no shovel
And digs no hole
But leaves the bodies to rot
In the places that they stand
For some other cause
I'm a bit like the pack mule
Carrying no load
Into the canyons of your jive
For some other cause
I'm a bit like the freelance fence painter
Then eyes your backside as you leave
For some other cause
I'm a bit like the peephole
That falls in love with all the eyes
That look through
Watching major things unfold
From minor flaws
For some other cause

do you remember when we met i was so intrigued you were so intrigued we spent our time telling our sides of our excitement of insecurities moving far away and from that moment on we were inseperable a vivid image of ecstasy it's been a long time and things i see well they remind me well they remind me they take me to that age moving far away moving far away in time but everyday that goes by your further from my mind try to rememebr lies i know i trasure things too much instead of pushing them aside still i tell lies try to turn around and face it

Song, music that seemed to blur
All that my heart would say
Song, you didn't change our tune
You didn't end too soon
Love is forever, still you play on in my heart
Each note really tears me apart
How could a love so right go wrong?
How can I learn to let go?
Your words keep on haunting me so
Love is forever, love is forever
Song, tell her and make her see
She is my life to me
And all that is left of a beautiful love
Is a beautiful love song
Still you play on in my heart
Each note really tears me apart
How could a love so right go wrong?
How can I learn to let go?
Your words keep on haunting me so
Love is forever, love is forever
Song, tell her and make her see
She is my life to me
And all that is left of a beautiful love

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,

(Verlaine)
I think of you, I think of you.
I had this friend who told me that
Coincidence cannot articulate the best
Events. She said she'd rather think of
Everything as accident, after all, it's
All heaven-sent. She said I don't think
Good but i know how to wait as if when
You wait it is not hours but some forgotten
Sense of time. It's very kind of all those
Powers to feature love without design.
Letters arrive, spelling out the wish so
Clear, making a language of desire and fear.
You said it's not that way... God is not the
Name of God... you'll send a drawing of the heart
I don't draw well but i know how to wait as if...
I think of you listening to your father's voice...
Those endless speeches on 'The Gift of Choice'.
Love's not a story I could ever read or write...
I guess you'd say I'm not so bright. Show me
How you wait... as if...
I am so fond of you, so fond of you.