Jack Nicholson Style Songtext
von Coming Soon

I′ll take you to a city
Where the skies are all aglow
Where the roads are sung & spread,$And the lights are glimmin' low.

I′d grab your arms once
Ans steer your hand above
Rolling on in fire-flames
And kiss you on and on and on:

Jack Nicholson Style

It doesn't take a butterfly
To stop a midnight train,
Nor a misfit in my kind
To lighten the moon so pale.

But all I know is that my desire
Could embrace all them angels,
And the doucle hundred candles
Of the lights of Notre Dame:

Jack Nicholson Style


So ride along in my red car
And see the trees go by.
They are the different choruses
Of the song we lived so far.

My darling at the window
Listening to the stars.
And I, patient as Jeremiah,
Write fathomless lines:

Jach Nicholson style

Please take my hand and press it hard,
So when I'll go to die
I cannot miss you kingdom
And its doors all ajar.

The man that stooped when all went down;
The one you loved so fine
Has now returned to cuffs and curse.
In an "I" shaped Southbound rag.

Jack Nicholson Style