I try to shut my eyesIn this beautiful camping siteI hear cars pass byIt's a miracle to my sideI love it here and I don't wanna leaveTomorrow I'll be chilling at the beachI can't go to sleepMy thoughts aren't even deepI love it hereI'm never going to be nearEver againBut I'm still awakeI'm going to cryOf happinessThis is my happy placeSo why am I still awake?
In the skyThe little and big DipperAnd then you and IConstellationsFar awayIt's only loveThat I payBut you don't knowIs what you don't knowIs what you'll never ever ever knowThat you can't take my heartBut you can steal my soulAnd please don't let goLying down in the snowLike iceOn a car
When?When am I going to be the tough one?When do I get to be free?When do I get to be me?When is it going to leave my head?When am I gonna be alive again?When am I going to be regular?
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,