Penny lane
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this, the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I've said too much
....
Tonight, I throw myself into
And out of the red
You gave me more to live for, more than you'll ever know
This is our last embrace,
And it burns my lips
As if it were yesterday.
(can't seem to find a way to forget.)
There is a time
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.