While you sleep, in the comfort of your bed,. someone's coming after you.. When you awake, to the billboards on your way to work,. someone's coming after you..
WE CLIMBED THE HILL FAR FROM THE CITY WALL. TO THE EMPTY MANSIONS AND THE BIG GRAVEYARD. IVE NOT FELT THIS STRANGE SINCE I WAS A KID. THAT DEEP DOWN FEELING OF THAT SUNDAY EMPTINESS.
I SAW THE YEAR PASS LIKE A FILM REEL. LIKE QUIVERING FRAMES THROUGH THE SHUTTER WHEEL. GOLDEN LIKE THAT SUMMER TIME. PROJECTING LIGHT THROUGH MY TWILIGHT MIND.
COME ON MY FRIEND. LETS LEAVE THESE MEN IN THE BED. AND GO BACK HOME. WHILE THE CITYS STILL DEAD. ACROSS THE BRIDGE AS THE SUN RISES. . PAST THE MOUNTAINS AND THE BOATS BELOW.
I USED TO SIT AND WATCH. THE BUILDINGS DOWNTOWN. TURN OUT THEIR LIGHTS. NIGHTS WHEN YOU WEREN'T AROUND. FROM MY WINDOW ACROSS THE BAY. . THOSE RAINY NIGHTS.
LOOK UP AT THE SKY. THEY PREDICTED YOU'D BE NEAR. SAW THE DOOM IMPENDING AND GUESSED THERE WOULD BE TEARS. STARS YOU'RE OLD LIGHT. ARE YOU WISE?. DID YOU BRING ME HERE?.
A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane. I ask them so gently. To go away. Please go away. A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane.
Four hearts in a can. Speeding through the countryside. And they're driving as fast as they can. Four hearts in a can. Speeding through the countryside.
Floating. Hear a name. From which planet. Do you beckon. I don't reckon. It could be too far from here. I'll bet you look like marc bolans girlfriend.
Granted passage. Into the finer days. How I got here. I do not know. And if it were all to disappear. I would not know how to return. . And all of my old friends.
You spent half of the morning. Just trying to wake up. Half the evening. Just trying to calm down. And you live for. The same things. A cloudburst seems rarer every time.
Goodbye sweet romance. I am flying away now. Goodbye sweet romance. I am flying away now. . To num aviao saindo fora embora. Estou num aviao saindo fora pra cima.
And I'll tell you, it's all- allright. You say your heart is open, but your love is bad. You try and use your words, but you only get what you get. By this time, you'll try to fall apart.
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held. It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul. I want to leave, you will not miss me. I want to go down in musical history.
Glowing eyes that ask if I would risk it all. Fight the crowding dark away. I can't help but feel that You are searching me. At the dusk of summer's first day.
She says there so much of love. That is left to be learned. Mislead, push comes to shove. When you feel the love returned. . Feels like fire. Feels like fire.
High school daydreams come easy and free. When you're a working woman whatcha gonna be?. A senator, a surgeon, aim for the heights. But the guidance office says lower your sights to.
I remember the man. Rising early in the morning. Smelling of starch and aftershave. Sometimes I would shave beside him. With a plastic razor and a cardboard blade.
In the stillness of the alley waits a man with an open blade. And he hurts the woman badly and within her plants his seed. She can't shake the dirt and horror as the seed takes root and grows.
I know that I can be lonely. So stay with me, don't play with me. Don't blow out everything. You've got to know how I feel. It's my Achilles heel, feeling lonely.