Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows. It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow. See the new Pyramids down in old Manhattan. From the roof of a friend I watched an empire ending.
Shrill as a choir of children. Urgent like the first day of May. False and inflatable feeling. Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy's Parade. One brick on top of another.
Corporate or colonial. The movement is unstoppable. Like the body of a centerfold it spreads. To the counter-culture copyright. Get your revolution at a lower price.
She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts. She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars. So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar.
My serotonin's rationed, I'm coughing. I kind of caught the blues. But you won't catch me complaining. to the super or the news. Cause the carrot's gonna dangle.
I listened to a lecture of nonsense until dawn. By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on. He said, "How did you ever dream up that song. The one where the baby dies?".
At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl. She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry. I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand.
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?. And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?.
I've been walking hours today. Trying to sort out all the things I have to say. We've been changing, shifting with the light. Stumbling through the daytimes and fading in the night.
I know when they built this house. Out of rocks from the river mouth. They thought it'd never come down. Not while we're around. Some things are made to last.
There is a comet. floating through this endless night. embraced with perfect symmetry. through the teardrop of infinity. in a window call the universe with no map.
So you saw that fire in the sky. Well, I think that's so cool. And I know that nothing'll change you. You are nobody's fool. . Cynthia, won't you take me to.
Remember you told me how the good will fall. Well talk is cheap but I remember it all. You kissed my cheek yeah I admit. It turned my head just a little bit.
I could have done better things. Someone shut my mouth. Or somebody clipped my wings. . So many wasted evenings. Talking the same sweet talk. Always the last ones leaving.
Sometimes you lose your head. Think of all the stupid things you've said. Pouring out of your mouth. Like rain through a broken windowpane. Nobody made you do it.
The night is cold, the sun is down. I see faces through the wire. No chance for them. No shoulder left to cry on. . It's 4 a.m., out on the street. Through the smoke I see the fire.
Dreams that have melted now frozen like statues. Under the surface here lies the unknown. Love has a way of disguising its purpose. Seeing your pain my hand goes out to you.
The door swings open but you won't go in. You hate the movie that you've never seen. You could have seen what I have in mind. I see you laughing but you're cutting it,.
You said time would heal all the scars inside,. But hurt seems to grow not die. No matter how I try. I regret the things that I've said. Can't forget the words you misread that night.
It's all gone wrong. I just can't take no more. So don't you push me with your lies. . Another parking fine. Ten more deadly bills. They say it's gonna rain again.