Real Lyrics to Great Songs

Oh Lucy, it’s not as bad as you think.
Oh Lucy, love’s a fact that can make a girl drink.
And you say that it’s over.
You say it’s the end of
Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.
Oh Lucy, there’s a cold look in your eye.
Oh Lucy, I believe this is the way most dreamers die.
And Lucy’s starting over.
Lucy’s at the edge of
Lucy,Lucy, Lucy…
God have mercy, the house stands empty with the garden.
God have mercy, your young girl’s heart will learn to harden.
Lucy, you can’t pray a lie,
no matter how hard you try.
Lucy, you can’t pray a lie.
You’re a bloody-minded girl
and that’s alright.
You’re gonna be just fine.
Oh Lucy, it’s not as bad as you think

The night has a thousand eyes and ears
the rain tends to wash away my fears
it’s not been long but it seems like years
and now you’re here

brush away my tears
brush away my tears

the lullaby in your quiet eyes
instinctive as the night
and just as warm

brush away my tears
brush away

someone’s moving ’round inside of me
someone’s setting up shop where I can’t see
but I’m fine
but I’m fine
in this melancholy room

someone opened up my mouth to speak
someone pulled the words back into me
but I’m fine (lie)
but I’m fine (lie)
in this melancholy room

scream like a silent movie
call of the curious fingers
feeling my heart
spring on an Arctic island
pushing against my ribcage
takes me apart
smiles on my Friday face
call it amazing grace
are you leaving so soon
I’m mad as a March hare
in June
in this melancholy room

oh you can you
can you see how I’ve fallen
in the fog
cannot see very far
cannot see the fallen
in the fog
can you see what I see
can you see
do you wanna
you
fallen
can I call you
God
or messiah
you know
you must…
your body down

my love is a fever
my love is a fable
my love is jazz licks
improvised by toddlers
bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme
and firelight
my love is a metamorphosis
reason
cold logic intuitively speaking
my love is syncopated
spoon-fed
ignorant
well-read
my love is singular
my love is commonplace
as a gravedigger’s own
birthplace
my love is a medicine
feeds the sick
heals the poor
turns up the volume
on the blind
my word it’s a trip
like a migraine
on a moving train
it parachutes
aeroplanes
watch it fly
eyes soar
hands clap
ears ring
it’s a sand trap
hair raising
amazing grey city
transformations
as lips sink
stomachs ache
monkeys shine
fire flies
foxes trot
hobs knob
porches swing
brains storm
hearts attack and air supplies
heads light
tails spin
steeples chase you
along your chin
rock slides
out of the woods now
a virgin in bucksin moccasins
tall thin
she plays your mandolin
so maudlin you begin to spin
out of the woods now

Spill-tainted pages of poetic prophecy
Tickle my interest and taunt at my fantasy
Gentle new lover, favorite friend
With hidden desire that bothers my conscience again

Like Paul and Virginia!
Sit close to me on the swing
Like Paul and Virginia!
Sit close to me and I’ll sing
I’ll sing for you
With you
Oh, you

Cobalt blue vessels, clean same-sex rabbits
Old movie romance and a healthy new habit
Moving in passion, resting in reason
With a strong, tender poet who touches each region within

Like Paul and Virginia!
Sit close to me on the swing
Like Paul and Virginia!
Whisper my name and I’ll sing
I’ll sing for you
With you
Oh, you

Illuminations that shine on the river
Subliminal glances provoking a shiver
Palms full of mystery, fingers of magic
Greetings so glorious, partings so tragic

Like Paul and Virginia!
Sit close to me on the swing
Like Paul and Virginia!
Kiss me again and I’ll sing
I’ll sing for you
With you
Oh, you