GRACE. You are not a man,. You don't have a spine,. Ready to surrender. And put Ireland in chains. Whoring's made you soft. Drink has left you weak. Not a drop of Irish blood.
When the winds from the Eastern quarter,. And there's a pungent taste of salt upon the breeze.. Something troubles your insides. like a scum upon the tides,.
(Lola). When I was just a kid. everything I did, was to be like him. under my skin. My father always thought,. if I was strong and fought. not like some albatross, I'd begin.
When I look in your eyes every song that I can't explain. Like I've been searching my whole life for you babe. Completely lost in the moments. Completely lost into time.
As the light shines down. And it hits my face. Wanna feel your love in this empty space. And if you're just like me. Then you're searching for something.
My life's scars run so deep. Deep as in before birth. Some things just won't ever change. Feed myself some more pain. . Bad memories of childhood. Corrupting innocence.
New beginning, thrust into our new consciousness. Final ending, all reversing, infinity is uncoiling. How can this be? Unwound eternity. The air is gone, atmosphere evaporated.
What and what we want and where want to go?. This future hum of the underground:. a vicious masquerade, a constant remembrance the old scars!. A desire to leave the pale sky behind and sail, sail across the globe!.
Two weeks before my old man busted up in her. My moms never walked slow. Now she smoke crack, sit back and listen to talk shows. I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight.
* ironically, this is the second-to-last song on the album. . [prince poetry]. Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon. Confusin the men-tabolism in men and women with.
am not surprised. i got my head caught underneath the ice. no, I am not surprised. that i got my big head. caught underneath the ice. and on it goes....
You barged into this a lie. And now you're far too deep to stop. When your eyes were full of fire. And you didn't feel tense. . When you lie to one another.
I'm not gonna to patronise ya. But trying to write down why I like ya. It doesn't make it any better. To just steal kind words off Phil Spector. . And I know all these tired cliches.
I'm not gonna patronize ya. But trying to write down why I like ya. It doesn't make it any better. To just steal kind words off Phil Spector. . And I know all these tired cliches.
Your baby doesn't love you any more.. Golden days, before they end,. Whisper secrets to the wind.. Your baby won't be near you any more.. Tender nights, before they fly,.
One more compromise I won't be making. One more easy way out I won't be taking. So many chances don't come twice. So many eyes are made of ice. One more cheating hand I won't be shaking.