Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.
Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.
She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.
Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall.
The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.
You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.
This is the most important case I have ever tried.
I'm throwing the gauntlet down
Don't bother asking for explanation, she'll just tell you that she came, in the year of the cat.
We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.