I gambled on your love baby and got a losing hand. I gambled on your love baby and got a losing hand. Your ways keep changing like the shifting desert sand.
In the midst of all my sorrow. The one I love has left my side. And for me there's no tomorrow. No time for laughing. If I could, I would have tried. .
Shut your mouth. Put that down. Turn it off. I can't think. . Don't do that. Put that out. Don't talk back. Watch me sink. . Leave me. Leave me. Leave me alone.
It's the twists and turns. Of the cigarette burns. The holes in the mind. Of the nebulous mass. . Forget no returns. And you don't learn. The debt between mine.
She floats like a swan. Grace on the water. Lips like sugar. Lips like sugar. . Just when you think you've caught her. She glides across the water. She calls for you tonight.
I was standing. Under sliver studded skies. In a forest burning ashes. On the bonfires of our lives. As the sky fell down. I was lost and found. Saw my world spin round.
It's just a dangerous bend. On a slippery slope. Another rainbow's end. On the highway of hope. It's always next time. Always next time. Always last time.
If I changed along the way. Is there a price that I can pay?. Just tell me all I have to say is save me. . Just tell me it'll be okay. That tomorrow won't be like today.
How do you stop yourself from. Falling apart and going under. Lost in a world that's got your. Name tag name tagged and your number. . One by one. They will find you.
You didn't give me what I craved for. Why did you tease me with desire. Now I'm hanging by a wire. . Laid to rest. Laid to rest. . You left me waiting in your darkness.
In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath. Runs the all time loser, head long to his death. He feels the piston scraping, steam breaking on his brow.
Come, hold me now, I am not gone. I would not leave you here alone. In this dead calm beneath the waves. I can still hear those lost boys calling. . You could not speak, you were afraid.
So we left Beirut Willa and I. He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it. I set out North. I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps.
Standing at the window. A farmer's wife in Oxford shire. Glances at the clock; it's nearly time for tea. She doesn't see. The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings.
Hark the wire service sing. Clear the satellite link. Check the fax machine. Hold the lead story boys. There's some great pictures coming in. Now the pilot's heartbeat slows.
Tossed by the tempest of life. A victim of storms I contrive. I feel like the best is behind. And I cant go back. The eye of the storm satisfies. I watch the chaos from inside.
Why can't you ever just let anything go. Don't you know that the past is the past. You fight your feeling you heat your blood up. Don't you know that you can't go back.
I should have quit you, long time ago. [X2]. I wouldn't be here, my children, down on this killin' floor.. . I should have listened, baby, to my second mind [X2].
Imelda May. Life Love Flesh Blood. Leave me lonely. . Why does the knife feel longer than it really is. When you've gone and left me, yeah you left me, yet again.