Lyrics:
hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
But I crumble
hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
But I crumble
nothing
Sun don't shine
And if by chance we both forget
The passage of space and time between
Pick up the pieces cold and wet
And drive them before
a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waitin', lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Alright
they had to stop and then reload
And by the time they'd done that I was heading down the road
Heading down the road, forty thousand headmen
Going
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems.
And space between the focus shape
pull over, the sun is burning
And we lay down to feel the rain fall
We're taking it slow
But for now, we're two down
And forty eight to go
behind
You're out of time
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller,
There's a few items we need in town, allez-vous girl
There's no time to waste
Such as fresh cable and fifteen watt bulbs
Couple dozen, it's a big old
behind
You're out of time
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller,
you feel like that creates)
(Uh, tension between East and West?)
(He's talkin' about killing people)
("I had sex with your wife", and not in those
you feel like that creates
Ah, Tension between East and West?
He's talking about killing people
'I had sex with your wife' and not in those words
through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara
A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama
remember?
The laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do
the time he arrived in New
York City he was so weakend by tuberculosis. It was necessary for him to
have a cot in the recording studio so that he might rest
the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel
the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel
behind
You're out of time
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller,
for eternity
[Chorus]
Pressed between pages
Flowers will die
Stories may end as time passes by
You and I will always be
With every word that
I was just kicking down the street
And the sun was in my eyes
So I couldn't see the truck
That was sixty times my size
And just seconds off
believe
On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright
Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness
I knew which direction was right
Was right
Yes indeed and plant a wish with every seed and by and by
The sun and rain will make an etching
Of a million little green fingers stretching
different now
You could say the situation's reversed
And it will not be the last time I'll have to be out by the first
Twenty-five forty-one, big
Well sometimes the sun shines on
Other people's houses and not mine
Some days the clouds paint the sky all gray
And it takes away my summertime
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