These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

Paperback writer. Paperback writer Paperback writer, paperback writer Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? Based on a novel by a man named Lear And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,

Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder, louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say I'll sing it one last time for you

Pull out your heart to make the being alone If it was easy, everyone would do it This game is not Easy, easy (Eazy) Pull out your heart to make the being alone (yeah) Easy, easy (talkin’ to my younger self) Dear Gerald, you’re fourteen years and a truant

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

I'm all for you body and soul My life a wreck you're making I'd gladly surrender myself to you body and soul My heart is sad and lonely For you I sigh, for you dear only Why haven't you seen it I spend my days in longing And wondering why it's me you're

A sin for him To paradise with pleasure haunted by fear Desire within Take heed, dear heart Once apart, she can touch nor me nor you Dressed as one A wolf will betray a lamb Lead astray the gazers The razors on your seducing skin

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

All you've got to do is believe You've got to believe We can make a different team Just close your eyes and this hand my dear Just hold your breath and let me dry your tears You've got to believe (believe) We've tried it all, tried everything but giving

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here