Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt
And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
"You will never experience less reality than when you’re watching a reality show. You’re watching people, who aren’t actors, put into situations by people who aren’t writers, and they are second guessing how they think you would like to see them behave if this were a real situation, which its not. And you are passively observing this; you’re watching an amateur production of nothing. It’s like a photo of a drawing of a hologram."
Tell me that the bar is drinking
And the lies are swinging in the smoke
I’m a fool for conversation
And I’ve got nowhere to go