Book of Longing
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Baby, I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting night and day. I didn’t see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it’s lonely here, there’s no one left to torture Give me absolute control
The ponies run, the girls are youn… The odds are there to beat You win a while, and then it’s don… Your little winning streak And summoned now to deal
If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are… They were waiting for me when I t… And they brought me their comfort… Oh I hope you run into them, you… Yes you who must leave everything…
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old-fashio…
The light came through the window, Straight from the sun above, And so inside my little room There plunged the rays of Love. In streams of light I clearly saw
Many men have loved the bells you fastened to the rein, and everyone who wanted you they found what they will always w… Your beauty lost to you yourself
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what
I remember you well in the Chelse… you were talking so brave and so s… giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the s… Those were the reasons and that wa…
When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender, this I could not do; I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often,
Well my friends are gone and my ha… I ache in the places where I used… And I’m crazy for love but I’m no… I’m just paying my rent every day Oh in the Tower of Song
One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few And no one knows where the night i…
My lady can sleep Upon a handkerchief Or if it be Fall Upon a fallen leaf. I have seen the hunters
Now in Vienna there’s ten pretty… There’s a shoulder where Death co… There’s a lobby with nine hundred… There’s a tree where the doves go… There’s a piece that was torn from…