nicholas8regan

Girl, don’t turn away from me

I’ll, give you what you need

I’ll touch, I’ll sooth your warm body

We’ll form, our own community

Come and taste with me the fruit of our dreams (oh hun)

You’re my energy, you’re the air in me (oh hun)

No society can keep us from being free and alive

I’m, on the outside looking in

My tongue, wants to taste your skin

Girl, you welcomed me with light

I’m free, from the bars that held me tight

Let society keep on shunning me (that’s fine)

Our own family and your touch is all-i-need (that’s right)

While society left me to rot, left me to freeze and die

You’ve taken me on a warm journey of life!

What’s this I see, on the horizon?

It appears small—it appears white,

I’m just cruisin’ on a lonely ocean,

In my heart-shaped liner

Can’t see anything, anyone for miles,

Except for this small and white thing

She looked so peaceful I’d thought I’d

Venture closer, but something cut me

Beneath the waves

She was small, she was white, she was so

Damn tight

But there was something-below-the-surface

That didn’t seem right

I was cut and was sunk now I’m stuck in a rut

HUA!

It turns out that she was not that small

Her hidden agenda made me fall

Gasping for air from a lonely ocean

Trying to escape a watery grave

This girl she didn’t seem to have it in her

But I was wrong and now I’ll soon be gone

She’ll just float on by until another heart finds her

Maybe they’ll know what to do

Little Darling—come with me

I’ve got to see you—I’ll set you free

I’m craving—your soothing touch

It’ll never—be much too much

Darling join me at my side,

Shed your pride, enjoy the ride

I realize that all her lies had me hypnotize that’s so unwise

Time and time again my friend, life seems to go on,

Happiness and pain remain, she has come and gone

Little Darling—enjoy the ride

You don’t have to be snide,

You don’t have to be snide,

Little darling—come with me

I’ll hold you tight yet I’ll set you free

Give me something warm to rest

My weary frozen soul

All I have to give to you is, nothing but my love

Little darling—won’t you come with me

To my nation—I will set you free

Little Darling—I need your light

Little Darling—hold on it tight

Don’t Say Goodbye

I’ve got to go and bleed (this numb, soulless, cold smile)

‘Cause I heard you’re about to leave (my world, my heart’s home)

There’s only one thing I need (is to hear you say one thing)

Hurry- because I can’t breathe (my lungs feel a cold sting)

Don’t say goodbye – don’t say goodbye

I’ll surely die – I’ll surely die

This world can be big (this world can be cruel and cold)

This world can be small (this world can be kind and warm)

But without you around (I will wither-crumble, and fade)

Just put me in the ground (return to dust-six feet under)

Don’t say goodbye (don’t say goodbye – don’t say goodbye – don’t say goodbye)

I’ll surely die (I’ll surely die – don’t say goodbye – I’ll surely die)

Don’t say goodbye (don’t say goodbye – I’ll surely die – don’t say goodbye)

Should you decide to stay (I will change my bad habits)

I’ll be with you everyday (unless you need time away from me)

But show me how to feel (how to touch and comfort you)

Then, our love can heal (mend the broken-battered-breaches)

Baby- where did our love go?

Is it under a rug? Is it just down the hall?

Is it out in the car? Did it travel far?

Is it locked in a safe?  Is it some other place…than home?

Is it at the mall? Or perhaps it’s up tall? Perhaps on the Eiffel Tower?

Or mount Everest?  Maybe it went to war?  Maybe it went to rest?

Maybe it went to the E.R.?  Did it travel far?

Baby- where did our love go?

Has it been placed in a chest? In between some woman’s breasts?

Did it take a fall on Wall Street?  Is it high and lost on meth?

Did it go and find Jesus? Did it go and touch a child wrong?

Did it explode in a car bomb?  Was it underneath two towers?

Did it gain special powers?  Did it fly off to the sunset?

Did it lose its life to a bet?  Was it kidnapped or killed Tibet?

Was it trampled ‘neath some cold shoes?  Did it guzzle down some

Warm booze?  Is it somewhere singing the blues?

Was it taken to a nuthouse?  Fed meds and labeled a crazed louse?

Where is our love?

Perhaps it’s being born?  Or on its way back home?

Baby I’m tired of being alone.  Maybe if I call it it’ll come running back to us.

Or maybe it hitched a ride on a bus…to Detroit or D.C.