What in the world can make
a brown-eyed girl turn blue?
A Taylor mix
 Getaway Car
It was the best of times, the worst of crimes
I struck a match and blew your mind
But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it
The ties were black, the lies were white
In shades of gray in candlelight
I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason
No, they never get far
Teardrops On My Guitar
Death By A Thousand Cuts
Haunted
I'm holding my breath.
Something's made your eyes go cold.
Come on don't leave me like this.
I thought I had you figured out.
Something's gone terribly wrong.
I can't turn back now, I'm haunted.
by Taylor Swift
U2
- When I Look At The World
- In a Little While
- Kite
- Running To Stand Still
- Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Off
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
Walk On
What you got, they can't steal it.
They can't even feel it.
What you got, they can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
Love turns her fears.
Into a kind of rage.
That can't be kept inside a cage.
You fight or you fly.
Stay safe tonight.
I know it aches.
Your heart, it breaks.
You can only take so much.
I need a little more.
I'm following the voice in my own head.
I don't think this is for me anymore.
I've been asking myself when is this gonna get better?
I move outside of the lines you draw.
In colours you said we weren't meant for.
And you can call me selfish for wanting more.
Well it's a voice that I can't ignore.
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Helplessly Hoping
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby. Awaiting a word.
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit. He runs wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye.
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders at the empty place inside.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he worries, did he hear a good-bye?
Stand by the stairway, you'll see something certain to tell you confusion has its cost.
Love isn't lying. Its loose in a lady who lingers saying she is lost and choking on hello.
by Crosby, Stills & Nash
 Dear Reader - Taylor Swift
Dear reader
If it feels like a trap, you're already in one.
Get out your map, pick somewhere and just run.
Burn all the files, desert all your past lives.
If you don't recognize yourself,
that means you did it right.
Bend when you can, snap when you have to.
You don't have to answer, just because they asked you.
The greatest of luxuries is your secrets.
by Taylor Swift
You're Losing Me
You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't"
I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time.
I'm getting tired.
Always rising from the ashes.
Mending all her gashes.
You might just have dealt the final blow.
The air is thick with loss and indecision.
I know my pain is such an imposition.
I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy.
And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier.
I'm fading, thinking:
"Do something, say something"
"Lose something, risk something"
"Choose something, I got nothing"
by Taylor Swift
I wish.
I Wish You Would
You think I'm gonna hate you now
Because you still don't know what I never said.
I wish you would come back.
I wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did.
I wish you knew that.
And I wish you were right here, right now.
Say Don't Go
I've known it from the very start.
We're a shot in the darkest dark.
I'm standing on a tightrope alone.
I hold my breath a little bit longer.
Halfway out the door, but it won't close.
I'm holding out hope for you to say
"Don't go"
Why'd you have to lead me on?
Why'd you whisper in the dark?
Just to leave me in the night?
It's not fair.
I'm yours, but you're not mine.
You're not there.
I'm trying to see the cards that you won't show.
I'm about to fold unless you say
"Don't go"
by Taylor Swift
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Script For A Jester's Tear (1983)
So here I am once more, in the playground of the broken hearts.
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide. Overdosed on sentiment and pride.
Too late to say I love you? Too late to restage the play?
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play.
The game is over.
So here I am once more.
I act the role in classic style, of a martyr carved with twisted smile.
To bleed the lyric for this song, to write the rites to right my wrongs.
An epitaph to a broken dream to exercise this silent scream.
A scream thats born from sorrow. I never did write that lovesong.
The words just never seemed to flow.
Now sad in reflection, did I gaze through perfection?
Examine the shadows on the other side of morning.
The fool who escaped from paradise, will look over his shoulder and cry.
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer: why?
As you grow up and leave the playground, where you kissed your prince and found your frog.
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears.
So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame, the mute that sang the sirens song has gone solo in the game.
I've gone solo in the game, but the game is over
by Marillion
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Sugar Mice
I was flicking through the channels on the TV, on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain.
Trying to piece together conversations. Trying to find out where to lay the blame, but when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend.
For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame. Blame it on me. you can blame it on me. We're just sugar mice in the rain.
I heard Sinatra calling me through the floorboards, where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme, to the jukebox crying in the corner. While the waitress is counting out the time.
'Cause I know what I feel. I know what I want. I know what I am.
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me. Blame it on me.
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