Losing sleep, in too deep. Fading sun, what have I done. Came so close to what I need most. Nothing left here. . Cut the ties, uncovered disguise. Left behind all intertwined.
Losing sleep, in too deep. Fading sun, what have I done. Came so close to what I need most. Nothing left here. . Cut the ties, uncovered disguise. Left behind all intertwined.
Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected. Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall.. It's open season on the weak and the feeble. Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury.
You could be there. on a dark october night. waiting for the moment to be. swimming 'cross the freezing river. holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water.
I went up to the mountain, apocalypse dreams in my head. There was fire upon the horizon but it was just the sunrise turning red. Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . ..
Stepping out onto the stage the smalltown star tonight. Flexes out for fame and fortune into the lights. The way she tears into the heart makes me realise.
Cause the rear rises up from the corporate slab. all proud and flawless for you. "Hello, boy," she says and the pack dogs gather. slobbering around at her heels.
There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall. Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall. The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words.
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.. Found a bird caught in the machinery, set it free and watched it go. Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky.
Time passes slow, fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow, the giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands. Our little storm whirls away out across calm wide oceans.
(Sullivan/Heaton). Time passes slow. Fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow. The giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands.
We were in the corner, the Clanduff by the door. On opposite sides of the dance hall, staring across the floor. The lights go out, the fists fly in, it's the usual Friday scene.
Take away our history. Take away our heroes. Take away our values. And leave us here with nothing. We were in the garden of Eden. Just as children mess around.
(david lott, glenn gorden, mark chesnutt). . It's early may and the summer heat is comin' down. April's gone and my heart is nowhere to be found. Teardrops fall like showers from the sky.
As the honky tonk turns. And the world goes 'round. I'll be sittin' on a bar stool. Pourin' cold ones down. Watchin' hearts get broken. From hard lessons they've learned.
Always knew it, I'd recognize your face. And I rehearsed it, just what I would say. But then I say you and all that I could do. Was just smile. . In your brown eyes the past disappeared.
I used to come in here maybe once or twice a year. But only when I had a good excuse. I'd have one or two, then be on my way. But that's way before she told me we were through.
I stay up late and read a lot at night. Lately she's begun to wonder why. She don't know I'm scared that I'll start talking in my sleep. You're a hard secret to keep.
There was rain on the street last night. We stood beneath the front door light. And everything we said we made sure the neighbors heard. You called me this, I called you that.
Everything feels familiar. the way I give too much of myself. I hold me like I wish you would hold me. I kiss you like it's good for my health. . Am I preprogrammed.