When ya walk out of here. when ya walk out. I gotta fill up that space. or fill up that no-space. I'll fill it up with tears [4 lines of this line repeated].
Crow Jane, Crow Jane. Crow Jane, Crow Jane. Crow Jane, ah hah huh. . Well, horrors in her head. That her tongue dare not name. She lives 'lone by the river.
Now that mountains of meaningless words. And oceans divide us. And we each have our own set of stars. To comfort and guide us. . Come into my sleep. Come into my sleep.
Mejor puedes correr, Mejor puedes correr, correr y correr. Mejor puedes correr, Mejor puedes correr. Mejor puedes correr a la ciudad protectora. Mejor puedes correr, Mejor puedes correr.
You better run, you better run. You better run and run, and run. You better run, you better run. You better run and run. And run, and run, and run. . You better run, you better run.
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree. Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me. I wish I was a bluebird I'd never fly away. I'd sit up on your shoulder baby and sing to you all day.
It was Christmas eve. And your message to me read. "I really need to talk to you today". We sat in your car that night. Cried and said it all. Then parted knowing nothing.
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller. . "The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance as well. I have a version of Elvis Presly doing this song, but I think it's a traditional, also known as 'I Wish I Was An Apple', or as 'Sydney'. I think The Bad Seeds often sang 'Come on home, Sydney Cindy' -Maurice.
Take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trills. And the mountain so high where the cataract spills. Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills.
Christina, the Astonishing. Lived a long, long time ago. She was stricken with a seizure. At the age of twenty-two. . They took her body in a coffin. To a tiny church in Liege.
I made her smile, I made her cry. Cleared her head and made her wonder why. I helped her live then made her want to die. But she can't complain, she can't complain.
We've come to bring you home. Haven't we, Cassiel?. . To cast aside your loss and all your sadness. And shuffle off that mortal coil and mortal madness.
Green are your eyes in the morning, when you rise. Don't you be afraid to lie. By me my love, your father will not know. . Love can be broken, though no words are spoken.
I lay down by the river. The shadows moved across me, inch by inch. And all that I heard. Was the war between the water and the bridge. . Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me.
All words that look prounouncable are not typos, any that look unpronouncable are probably typos. Each set of two lines is one line in the lyric book. (ie. what has not got....sir names)(one line).
Come, my baby. Dressed in white. Hey, baby. Won't you stay the night. . Cocaine. All around my brain. . Come, my baby. Dressed in red. Hey, baby. Won't you come to bed.
You have a heart and I have a key. Lie back and let me unlock you. Those heathens you hang with down by the sea. All they want to do is defrock you. .
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand?. Who has taken you far from my land?. Who has said that my sayings were wrong?. And who will say that I stayed much too long?.