Running still
I can live
With or without
We're one
But we're not
The same
We hurt each other
Then do it again
This burning desire
I could climb
Highest mountain
Run through fields
Only to be
With you

Lyric poem – U2
Running still
I can live
With or without
We're one
But we're not
The same
We hurt each other
Then do it again
This burning desire
I could climb
Highest mountain
Run through fields
Only to be
With you
Lyric poem – U2
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throw out your frown
And just smile at the sound
Sleek as a shriek, spinning 'round and 'round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Songwriters: Boris Williams / Perry Bamonte / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Johnathon Gallup
Friday I’m in Love lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
'Don't you run away
Run away
When you get tired
'Cause this will slip away
Slip away
Start a fire
That can never be put out
Hurry time is running out
But don't you run away
Run away
Before you tell her
You love her'
Tell her you love her by Echosmith, written by Graham, Sydney and Noah Sierota and Jeffrey David.
Love is no contest
Of reciprocity
If it were
Ours a game of tag
Where i am always it
Instead, a gift of sound
As if handing you
Every note wrapped
In red silk ribbon
From Chopin's ninth night
You responding only
With the miniscule slip
Of tear sliding down cheek
Eloquent and appropriate
For one such as this
Come fly with me
Unchained melody
Can't help falling
Simply irresistible
She seems to have
An invisible touch
Take my breath away
First day of my life
Crazy in love
What riches lie in wait
To be discovered
By a twist of fate
Chorus of the ocean
Is heard from surface
Best orchestral works
When I still my breath
Pounding heart a timpani
In time with acoustic
Sonogram of life
Unbounded
In silent hours
There is room
For a whisper
Without being
Chided for it
Just saying
What's new?
How you doing?
Thinking of you
Lately
When morning
Shroud of light
Dawns on me
Thoughts compete
With voices
People haze
Trip hop beat
Low voice
Narrator
Never leaves
Like one note
Held on for
Entire sonata
Al fine
Hot coffee milky sweet
Cold toes warm sand
Butter slowly sinking in
Cool toast warm jam
Closed eyes to the sky
Relishing a band
Tall glass of cider
Dripping cool in hand
Watching all the people
Most beautiful to find
Holding all contentment
With you planted in my mind
'There's an island I know
They get a little rain
Then it snows
But the feeling seems to flow
It's a place that I call home
We get the music, get the market on the weekend
People don't seem to play pretend
Snow capped mountain looking over my shoulder
The summer seems to get much shorter and colder.
But there's beautiful people
And familiar faces
That's where I want to be
When the cold world races
The people I link with
The friends that I drink with
When the sky is falling down
It's my family I want to be with
The beautiful people.
There's a pub on the corner
You can drink in the street
Philosophy on the lawn
You can wear bare feet
If you stay out late
There's no pollution in the sky
So you can see the stars
Yeah we got problems
A few greedy men
Making decisions with
A cheque book and pen
The paper says
Nobody's cutting the trees
Seems funny to me
When the paper's made
Out of trees.
But there's beautiful people...
-song by Adam Cousens, Beautiful People. (C) 2009
'Bright young women
Ready to stand
Ready to know
What the people know
Ask them my questions
And get some answers
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love?
Love to explore
That shore up above
Wandering free
Wish I could be
Part of your world'
~Ariel, 1989. (C) Disney
Part of that world, by Jodi Benson