Hole in my head, hole in my head. I need a boy like you like a hole in my head. I need a boy like you like a hole in my head. Let's just say, we will and then don't instead.
Go to sleep my darling. Lay down upon your bed. May the rhymes of childhood songs. Dance inside your head. . When night time falls around you. I know that you're afraid.
It has been raining. for so long. I have been praying. for a break in the storm. but in the thunder. I hear your name. and it takes me under. underneath all this pain.
It's a beautiful night, except I'm alone. Upstairs I can hear the neighbors moan. A car drives by with loud music on. I raise my glass and sing along.
I can taste you on my tongue. I can still feel what my hands have done. I got you on my mind, more than anything or anyone. . And what we have is a connection.
This time I'll make you see. That I've pushed myself so someone could free me. I'm coming your way girl. I can't wait till time gets me. . Long years in the funny farm.
I am the son and the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and the heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth, how dare you say.
I am the son and the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and the heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth, how dare you say.
Cars move slowly down. Where you walk. And the cool blue cars. Where the world gets old. . And I hear their lies. Blowing through my teeth. And at my back.
yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. . Moments of luxury and moments of pain. Moments of beauty and then moments of shame.
I could kiss the she-fire. Just like a holy, holy fool. I could never think too much. Just like that holy, holy fool. . I could see a bright, bright future.
You can't get a suntan on the moon. But I wouldn't mind a holiday there. They say, you can't get a suntan on the moon. But I wouldn't mind a holiday there.
All the little life forms. Upon this little earth. Multiplying dying and. Returning through rebirth. . All the little children. Growing up in space. Adding their small stories.
The word that would best describe this feeling would be, 'Haunted'. I touch the clothes you left behind. That still retain your shape and lines, still haunted.
She's so young at heart. She likes the pleasure of his company. She cuts the inside groove. With her silver spoon. She likes her tapes on ten. And it's the same as her anatomy.
We're gonna break away. The engine's hot and running. We'll take this nowhere town. And turn it into something. . We're gonna lose control. And set the wheels in motion.
I can tell by the look in your eyes. You've been hurtin. You know I'll never let you down oh, no. And I'll try anything to keep it workin. You gave me time to find out.
Come on, baby!. . Well she's crazy like a fox! She's hungry like a wolf!. Her daddy didn't need her, so she reads a good book!. She's like a tangerine you pick from the tree in the Garden of Eden!.
Looks like we meet again. It's been awhile my friend. I hope you still recall my name. . Like lips and sable hair. Same age but twice as fair. Magic you'll get your share tonight.
Looks like we meet again. It's been awhile my friend. I hope you still recall my name. . Like lips and sable hair. Same age but twice as fair. Magic you'll get your share tonight.