tender is the day the demons go away...
Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
...mummy and i in my room....spyin' godzilla who's messin' 'round outside and who doesn't let us go out...
back for the next-to-last week of excavation...everything's ok...just..i must understand once for good that girl-friends turn to be your enemies when you're talking about work...and none escapes from that...none. even your best best girlfriends...who keep lovin' you and carin' 4 you...but...there's that but....when you talk about work.
i'm not hurt. i won't be hurt anymore. it's just sad. and hearin' bad conversations about you or what you've just said, live, feels weird and surreal...but true.
feelin...a bit sad and depressed...but i guess it's the weather....
i love archaeology....i just adore goin' on excavation...year by year things are gettin' much more clear and understandable to me...it feels like i kind know this job a bit...and it feels good. it really does. and i love how you happen to meet and know people on excavations...it's just...amazing. and unique.
and i'm gonna miss all this soon...when next week will be over...
who knows when i'll take a trowel in my hand next time...come what may!
Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
For screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
...mummy and i in my room....spyin' godzilla who's messin' 'round outside and who doesn't let us go out...
back for the next-to-last week of excavation...everything's ok...just..i must understand once for good that girl-friends turn to be your enemies when you're talking about work...and none escapes from that...none. even your best best girlfriends...who keep lovin' you and carin' 4 you...but...there's that but....when you talk about work.
i'm not hurt. i won't be hurt anymore. it's just sad. and hearin' bad conversations about you or what you've just said, live, feels weird and surreal...but true.
feelin...a bit sad and depressed...but i guess it's the weather....
i love archaeology....i just adore goin' on excavation...year by year things are gettin' much more clear and understandable to me...it feels like i kind know this job a bit...and it feels good. it really does. and i love how you happen to meet and know people on excavations...it's just...amazing. and unique.
and i'm gonna miss all this soon...when next week will be over...
who knows when i'll take a trowel in my hand next time...come what may!
Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
For screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind