I'm in the process of writing an entry that has the potential to mean a lot to me and possibly someone very close to me if it comes out right. Hopefully that will be posted soon. But until then...filler. Yes...lyrics. Meh. I just got sick of seeing that last entry every time I come to sitdiary...so I'm posting a pointless one. Well...not pointless to me, because the songs have some deeper meaning, maybe to my past or present...but pointless to others. So you can just go find a real entry on another diary, I won't ask you to waste your time. Okay...with that out of the way, here are the lyrics. Boston-The Dresden Dolls all the cities in the world and so very little time and so many different girls... all you have to do is find them there's a wealth of opportunity you plan your trips accordingly a pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy say how'd you like to run away from these machines? everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams seven stops in seven different countries seven page itineraries memories thick as bloody marys jesus jospeh bloody hell right now were here in boston in love with downtown crossing new york will still be there in the morning come back to bed my darling four years thrown away on vows we never kept forty-five minutes every day religiously devoted to regret time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education and we planned to take a trip to scotland but we never made it how'd you like to run away from these machines? i had julians and steves you had julias and jeanette s you wear your terror on your sleeve for all the men i haven't met (yet) i had oliver in potsdam you had elanor in amsterdam we're keeping track so carefully we've missed the state we're in completely honestly your foot is out the door and i've got scores of offers elsewhere and keep both feet planted firmly in the air and tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind but trust me everything is fine because right now we're here in boston in my apartment in the south end forget your year in london come back to bed my darling you can put the details in a letter the more embarrassing the better right now i can be happy if i choose to i know that in the morning i will lose you.... and maybe you'll go mad and maybe ill go gray and pack up to berlin or maybe it wont matter anyway we'll find out that your mom was right and you'll admit you're really gay and maybe ill wake up in a city far away or maybe we'll make up and buy a house and have a couple kids and labrador and microwave but anyway right now we're here in boston in eden where you almost pulled your pants down don't worry who these jokes will all be lost on come back to bed my darling there is nothing in the world that we can count on even that we will wake up is an assumption but i know for a fact that i loved someone and for about a year he lived in boston... Speak Easy-Maria TaylorThis one is 'specially for my LOVUUUURR, xobscurex, or as I like to call him "faggy asshole jerk." You knows I loves you bebeh! We'll bathe in rose petals, red And lie in violet lilac beds And through the darkness of the night We'll watch our future shining bright And out of everyone I've met It's you I can't forget And there was a time my heart was aching Yes there was the day I swore it was breaking Under a lucky star our love was born brand new And in the shadows of the night I'll trace your silhouette in candlelight And if you fall asleep when you rise I'll be there to kiss your eyes And now my heart is in your hand So baby, understand And there was a time my heart was aching Yes there was the day I swore it was breaking Under a lucky star our love was born brand new So don't cry, Angel I will stay the whole night through Forevermore, I'll be loving you And there was a time my heart was aching Yes there was the day I swore it was breaking Under a lucky star our love was born brand new So don't cry, Angel I will stay the whole night through Forevermore, I'll be loving you Forevermore, I'll be loving you I think I'll add to this later. I know there are others I wanted to post.