Did I act like a fool cus' I didn't know what to do when you gave me just a little bit more than you bargained for, a little too much in my hands when my hands are tied. It's the ultimate fling to go frolicking, licking the muck of the soles of the boots of your pride, every time you lied
A letter home and I know we don't speak much, and we both know I'm not keen to. But I think there's things I've left unsaid. I'm okay, don't worry. I wish I'd been a better kid; I'm trying to slow down. I'm sorry for letting you down.
Look like a girl but I think like a guy, not lady like to behave like a slime, easy to be sleazy when you've got a filthy mind. You stick to your yogurts, I'll stick to my apple pie! Girls are not meant to fight dirty, never look a day past 30, not gonna bend over and curtsy for you. Is there any possibility you'll quit gossiping about me, to hide your insecurities. All you say is "blah, blah"
It's in your eyes: a color fade out. Looks like a new transition is starting up, and shaking your ground. Turning your head to see a new day calling...
Does it feel like a head to lean on? A snapshot from where you were born? I'm looking for your hand in the rough. You're caught in the wire. Well I'll lift you out.
My Mistresses eyes are nothing like the sun. Coral is far more red than her lips red, if snow be white than why her breasts are dun? If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses demas'd, red and white but no such roses she I in her cheeks. And in some perfumes is there more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a Goddess go, my mistress when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare.
In the Library the darkness is waiting to attack; some explorers went inside but they ain't never comin' back. Namely Miss Evangelista, Anita, and two guys called Dave. And the shadows made four thousand other people disappear, and they've been hungry and waiting for a whole damn year for some fresh meat that isn't gonna register as saved.
Gotta focus on all the silhouettes that you can see, cause if the number keeps on changing then you're no use to me.
When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it'll never end. But however hard you try you can't run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and the Doctor comes to call... everybody lives.
To be or not to be? That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep- No more- and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to- 'tis a consummation, devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep- to sleep perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life.
Well aren't you lucky I came along. More lucky than you know. Less of a young professional. More of an ancient amateur. But frankly I'm an absolute dream.
No, I'll fix it. I'm good at fixing rot. Call me the "Rotmeister". No, I'm the Doctor. Don't call me the Rotmeister.
Now all I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong.
I can't do it. I can't do it. You're asking far too much of me. I'm harassed, embarrassed, I've watched the show since I was three. Don't choose me, don't use me, my mother sent a note to say you must excuse me. I can't do it, I can't do it TONIIIIIIIGHT.
So she said...
Let's do it, let's do it. Make a brand new Doctor Who. We've got Chris in, all that's missing is a side kick and an all Welsh crew. It's not silly, to ask Billie. We'll film in every quarry from here to Caerphilly. Let's do it, let's do it tonight!
When you walk away you don't hear me say, "pleeeeease, oh baaabyyy, don't go." Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight. It's hard to let it go.
So simple and cleeeeee-eee-eeeean.
The daily things -- like this in otherwords, oh -- that keep us all busy are confusing meeee-ee-eee-eeeee. That's when you came to meeeeeeee, and said,"wish I could prove I love you, but does that mean I have to wak on water? When we are older you'll understand what I meant when I say so." But maybe some things aren't that simple...
And you and I, there's a new land, Angels in flight. My sanctuary, my sanctuary. Where fears and lies melt away. Music and time, wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I, What's left of me what's left of me now. I watch you fast asleep, all I fear means nothing. In you and I there's a new land, Angels in flight, wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I. My sanctuary, my sanctuary. Where fears and lies melt away, Music and time, wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I. What's left of me what's left of me
Powered by the Eye of Harmony, I can travel anywhere in space and time. I'm linked to the Doctor symbiotically; got his imprint on my briode nebuliser.
There used to be 305 of me, but the rest were decommissioned and replaced. It takes six pilots to fly me properly; only happened once at the Medusa Cascade.
The last Type 40 in the universe, but there's still so much to see. But I'll be going on adventures, so long as there's huon energy. My chameleon circuit hasn't worked since 1963, but the Doctor won't give up on me.
My interior's in a state of temporal grace, though on occasion that gets circumvented. Inside me there's an awful lot of space. Because I'm dimensionally transcendental.
I've withstood falling down for miles and miles, suffered 3000 degree heat without scorching. Hit by the Titanic when I was in mid-flight; every time he's sure to fix me.
Well, I've roamed around this earth with just a suitcase in my hand and I've met some bog-eyed joes, I've met the blessed I've met the damned. But of all these strange, strange creatures in the air, on sea, on land, Oh my girl, my girl, my precious girl, I love you, you understand.
So reel me in, my precious girl. Come on, take me home. Because my body's tired of travelling and my heart don't wish to roam.
I have wandered, I have rambled, I have crossed this crowded sphere, and I've seen a mass of problems that I long to disappear. Now, all I have's this anguished heart for you have vanished too. Oh my girl, my girl, my precious girl, what is this man to do?
Warm yourself by the fire, son, and the morning will come soon. I'll tell you stories of a better time, in a place that we once knew. Before we packed our bags and left all this behind us in the dust, we had a place that we could call home and a life no one could touch.
Don't hold me up now, I can stand my own ground. I don't need your help now, you will let me down, down, down!
We are the angry and the desperate, the hungry, and the cold. We are the ones who kept quiet, and always did what we were told. But we've been sweating while you slept so calm, in the safety of your home. We've been pulling out the nails that hold up everything you've known.
Don't do love, don't do friends. I'm always after success. Don't need a relationship, I'll never soften my grip. Don't want cash. Don't want cards. Want it fast, want it hard. Don't need money, don't need fame. I just want to make a change, I just wanna change, I just wanna change, I just wanna... CHANGE!
I know exactly what I want and who I want to be. I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine. I'm now becomnig my own self fulfilled prophecy. Oh, oh no! Oh no! Oh no, oh.
One track mind, one track heart. If I fail I'll fall apart. Maybe it is all a test, 'cus I feel like I'm the worst when I always act like I'm the best.
If you are not very careful, your possessions will possess you. TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal.
Take a look at this tiny place. To the heart seeking freedom, this island is a prison surrounded by water. And so this boy sought to escape from his prison, and he opened his heart to darkness. All worlds begin in darkness, and all so end: the heart is no different. In the end, every heart returns to the darkness whence it came!
Got to get a hold of myself. I see them gathering around and they need me to do their will.
It's like I'm standing again, on the same windowsill and I'm happy on the pill.
If I wanna be the man shall I open my wrist again, would that make it excellent, yeah. If I wanna be the one, should I book me that interview to get that audition?
Save me, save me, I'm my own worst enemy, running headlong to the wall because I want my freebie. Save me, you're the only one I see n' I need your love the most when I least deserve it.
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