Speak to me in succinct song lyrics

Imagine all the people sharing all the world

People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

People are strange

[buddha_david should like this one: :D]

Strange as I seem
I’m getting stranger by the minute
Look in my dreams
They’re getting stranger by the minute

Curiouser and curiouser the world makes me curiouser
I’ve so many dreams that come and go
Why is it so? Does no one know?

Does anybody really know what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
If so, I can’t imagine why
We’ve all got time enough to die

Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee!
We’re all gonna die

Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

Now I wonder why, I thought I could ever lose
But the gain is hardly what I’d choose
Now I wonder why

It was somebody, a woman, it was a delicate crime

I wonder - I wah-wah-wah-wah-wonder
Why - why, why, why, why, why she ran away
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway, a-run, run, run, run, runaway

Sometimes a dream turns into a dream…

A Loner longing for
[Run away! Run away! Run away, run away!]
The cadence of her last breath

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don’t be afraid to care

Try not to be afraid, so many things can happen
Nothings ever quite as bad as it might appear
I’ll give you all I got, You know I can protect you
And try and stop you shedding even one more single tear

Stop your tears from falling,
The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
All to see at night.

And as the fog gets clearer
Shadows in your eyes appear
The weak gets strong and nearer
And condensation tears are brushed away

A foggy day in London town
Had me blue, had me down

There’s a fog upon L.A.
And my friends have lost their way

If I can just get off this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught

I rolled on, the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There’s something good waitin’ down this road
I’m pickin’ up whatever’s mine

And it’s a hitchhike a hundred miles.
I’m a rag-a-muffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.