The Ataris

On this coldest of January nights We drive out past the runway and watch the planes go flying by The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors of your eyes So close them tight and kiss me one last time If you could go anywhere right now Wher

As I leave here today, apartment 108 I'll always keep you in my heart. Anderson is cold tonight, The leaves are scattered on the ground. I miss the seasons, And the comfort of your smile. Sometimes this all feels like a dream. I'm waiting for someone

If i died tomorrow would this song live on forever? and here is my unopened letter to a world that never shall reply if i died tomorrow would this song live on forever? and here is my unopened letter to a world that never shall reply never shall repl

Here's a long, evasive story of failed hopes and glories Old chandeliers and scratched up forty-fives Here's some hymns for my procession And a couple drunk confessions A lie soaked in rapture tonight No, no lie, no lie, no, no lie Believe me when I

Our last day of summer, 1979 Gotta live it up one time before it's over We will make history tonight. Out at the drive-in All of our closest friends, they will be sneaking in You'll be spending the whole night Trying eveything you can to get that gir

Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer＇s out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I＇m drivin＇ by your house Though I know you＇re not at home I can see you Your brown skin shinin＇ in the sun You go

The Ataris -<In This Diary> Robin_SHI Here in this diary, I write you visions of my summer. It was the best I ever had. There were choruses and sing-alongs, and not a spoken feeling. I′m knowing that right now is all that matters. All the nights we

Artist: Ataris(Added by Nelson ) Album: So Long, Astoria Title: The Saddest Song Only two more days, until your birthday Yesterday was mine You'll be turning five I know what it's like, growing up without your father in your life So I pretend, I'm do

It was the first snow of the season i can almost see you breathin in the middle of that empty street Sometimes i still see myself in that lonesome bedroom playin my guitar and singing songs of hope for a better future life is only as good as the memo

got your letter and the poetry you sent me postmarked in december of last year i really hope you're doing better all your friends close by your side one step closer to recovery i wish there was something i could say to erase each and every page you'v

You're better off without him Don't call him He's breaking your heart. He's hanging with your best friend And you're waiting there It's tearing you apart. He lied to you a thousand times, When I was there he kept you waiting. And I'm still here waiti