I know other worlds exist. I can see them in my peripheral vision.
You see, I have no real complaints of how you've left your past behind I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from your mind.
He was dancing to some music No one else had ever heard He'd speak in unknown languages She would translate every word And then when the world was laughing At his castles in the sky She'd hold him in her body Till he once again could fly.
I finally like myself, at last I like myself.
There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flower and I see every one.
We've more important studies than your fantasies and fears You know that rock's been perched up there for a hundred thousand years.
There are lessons to life That the lovers got to learn There are corners out there You know they're waitin' somewhere And you've got to be prepared to turn There are callouses that come That the lovers got to earn In the years of your youth You can't be fire proof You know you've got to get burned.
Fifteen hundred years ago, Constantine, who murdered his own wife and children, started the Christian religion.
The highest tone is hard to hear.
Inevitably it's going to cause some terrible misogynist backlash, and I assume we'll look forward to eight years of jaw-droppingly sexist statements - the way we listened to eight years of racism around the presidency. It will be an argument before it's a conversation. But at least it's being had.
You can't have a $2 million painting unless it's on the wall somewhere and somebody saw it.