Feed fear. You sit and watch it grow. Are you afraid of being alone?. . Eyes, a cold sweat. And shivers to your bones. Don't let a rotten seed be sowed.
And so we ride on. The ballad of nice and easy. Young and carefree. We're coming along. The ballad of nice and easy. Young and carefree. . Two of these kids grew up on the same street.
It's not a story of a god around the calling. Locked in silence and pops up your pretty head. They're sleeping now but dreams, except for lately. Some things are better left unsaid.
I don't want you to be high. I don't want you to be down. Don't want to tell you no lies. Just want you to be a-round. . Please come right up to my ears.
Look I'm walking as if I am living. Look I'm walking as if I am happy. Look I'm breathing as if I am living. Look I'm walking as if it were easy. . I'm not gonna breakdown.
There's a small matter of discrepancy. It's a small matter but it worries me. If I could, I'd forget the history. But you reap what you've sowed. Every break in the road.
I don't know where I am. But I like it here just fine. It's dark and cool. And I like it here just fine. There was a reason. But I can't remember it. I think it had to do with being alive.
Empty as wire, violent as fire. . You lick her diamond and kiss her pearl. But you can't get the Belfast out of the girl. This is how you throw her, you think you know her.
Come to the doorway just to see your man comin' home. So long and slow, walking on down the sun. But all you see is his memory set aflame in a day that's gone.
From the Albums:. * Naked II. * Last blast of the century. . Specialize in danger I'm from Niagara Falls. And now I sit here waitin'. Like an idiot for your call.
Well, let me tell you about old Buddy Joe. When he came down from Mexico. With his pockets full of gold. With his pockets full of gold. . Oh, is there something to declare?.
From the Album:. * Together. . Brother what kind of wind your are. You blow all over earth. We hunger for love we're tired of pain. All you bring is dirt.
From the Albums:. * Contraband. * Naked II. . Bombay seems lost in dreams. When the pipes let off steam. In a backroom. Somewhere, anywhere in L.A.. Next payday comes, I'll be gone.
Hey-la hey-la hey-lo. I scratch the morning with a diamond. Bucked the storm like a whore last night. I'm goin' after that Spanish gallion. Skull, bones and dangerous.
Morning sunshine, praise the earth. Fill your glass with wine and dirt. I don't mind, I'm the big tree. I don't mind, I'm the blue sea. . Paper castles, filled with words.
From the Album:. * Lovesweat. . You walk into the room - with your pencil in your hand. You see somebody naked and you say: Who's that man. You try so hard but, you don't understand.
From the Album:. * Paradise in distress. . Don't try to put the blame on me. Every night I come stealin' home. You keep thinkin' I've been drinkin'. I been missin' you - no - no.
Sometimes you feel when you get hurt. Vibration's all around. It's the same when you're digging in the dirt. And there's nothing to be found. . You got a feeling and the feeling gets stronger.
Going back right the cities. through the country rivers so pretty. people wonder why I'm going back home.. Just the place where I belong. back home. back home.