You love me because you're frightened. And I'm falling in love with you. Because I'm getting frightened. Of the things you somehow make me do. . You love me because you're frightened.
You love me because you're frightened. And I'm falling in love with you. Because I'm getting frightened. Of the things you somehow make me do. . You love me because you're frightened.
Back to nature. I can't go on like this. I want to walk where the power is. Back to nature. I don't know where to start. Back to nature. I don't have that kind of heart.
The beauty of the dark is the beauty of you. I dream of dreaming dreams of you. But nightmares always block the view. I can't sleep. The beauty of silence is the noise of no words.
Well I can listen to your whisper in the morning in a fight. And squeeze your Bahamas for a sentimental delight. Well does it really seem to matter in the words that I can shape.
One night when I was driving. From the place I used to go. Saw a pair of head lights. And a car I didn't know. . I pulled over, asked the driver. Hey man, where you going?.
These embers burn down low. And with my face aglow. You are all I know. . Set this place on fire. Watch the flames rise higher. As they reach the ceiling.
Well, you can't place faith in material things. Material things will fail you. A hurricane triggered by a butterfly's wings. Your conspirators betray you.
Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues. Kick off your flares and platform shoes. And burn like brilliant trash at Jackie's funeral. This machine has gone insane.
What is it that gives a pop record that special something, that extra touch that makes it a hit and lifts it to the dizzy heights of the top of the top ten?.
Chinese girl with knee-high socks. Spanish hips, she's Italian. She's a blacklamb. Mmm, she's a blacklamb. . She's a berry, she's a quince. She's a mango, she's a rambutan.
Something's wrong...I know something's wrong. Something's wrong.... Something's wrong...I know something's wrong. I know something's wrong.
Get at 'em.. There was a load bloody faries,. In Buenos bloody Aries,. With greasy hair and sweaty bums,. They'd never heard of Bonningtons,. It were a different culture and a different race,.
Well you ain't been goin' down the pub,. You ain't been playing darts,. You ain't been doin' what you should,. You've been hangin' out with yer tart..
Yaaaaaaaaaw!. Dick Head was a pratt, he drove a Skoda with extra lamps on,. Always dickin' prattin',. Looked like a reuseable tampon.. Tried to chat the birds up,.
He squidges in the van,. All twenty four stones,. He gets three kebabs and he eats them on his own,. Quick trouser cough Nevis touches cloth,. Fuck fuck hide behind a truck, all the windows are steaming up..
I looked through towards the light,. The night held me clutched in tight,. I reached out but you got stuck again,. Your hands slipped out and I lost hope again..
The beast box. The beast box. . Elvis Presley's body perfectly preserved. . There's a lot of stories going around. I don't think it's right. Are the neighbors really thinking.
I got the bad news this morning. I think I'm gonna have to leave right away. Oh Lord, I think I'm gonna have to leave right away. . You know I hope and I pray.