For over half her life she's worked from five to five,. crossing T's dotting I's, the neon lights can't hide that she's lost her shine.. . She said the mornings always taste like turpentine,.
Well it should have been the first place. But instead it was the last. It was a place that only you could love. . All the gin was spiked with water. From a fever or a storm.
Hangman, take these heads from me. Swing 'em from your money tree. Hear me laughing in my sleep. These heads are yours, they're yours to keep. . Please don't skip the last details.
Harbour lights will change your plans. More than judge or jury can. What a sight. Flickerin' like prayers of grace. How could you ever lose this place?.
This is where it starts. This is... where it stops. And when it finally stops. I hope, starts right up. Walk the glitter mile. Past hotels of sand. People say'n lots of things.
Rolled in the mud. But I could never come clean. Counting blessings on my middle finger. There in the back shed. Pricing heads to the pound. Told to shut up, I was only breathin'.
hightimes, undermine. tell me somethin' I don't know. hightimes, can chase em 'til your blind. tell me somethin' I don't know. . now you're lyin' next to me.
Carved your name on the numbering hill,. Now it looks on the town with the promise to kill everything.. We lit this valley with atomic power,. But the lights went down in the closing hour yesterday..
(I don't know where I'm going. Like a feather in the air. Hope the good wind starts blowing. Send me soaring, unaware). . (Send me soaring). . (Whoooa, eh).
A mind lapse succumbed by fear. The framework fades then disappears. Unto my world this loneliness surrounds me. . Trust foresees it's final wake. I close my eyes, it's breath I take.
Didn't know (4x). I would never know,. Didn't know.. . Hours now seem to fly on by. In the shade of your moonlight.. You left a haze in me,. But still I see..
Scream your name. To the deafest of the dumb.. The darker the better,. I still shake when I see you,. That's not alright.. I want to rip you to pieces.
Your father's gone a-hunting. He's lost in the forest so wild. And he cannot take his wife with him. He cannot take his child. . Your father's gone a-hunting.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm. Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new.