The fishing boats go out across the evening water. Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border. The wind whips up the waves so loud. The ghost moon sails among the clouds.
It seems to me as though I've been upon this stage before. And juggled away the night for the same old crowd. These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor.
I see the animals start to hide. A flood of plague bearers comes alive. Hear now the beak sings. Of red wings that Hell brings. . Are you ready now?. .
You've all been very kind. But I've made up my mind. Now I'm about to leave you all behind. . I'm feeling so alone. I'm turning down my tone. Before the rise of sun I will be gone.
On the opposite side of the sea. The opposite side of the day. The colors are brighter and glee. The people unusually gray. . On the opposite side of the sun.
Sometimes in my parents house. In which I came to exist. The alert like look in their eyes. Still nothing was said. Yeah, the big and scary unknown. I didn't dare, even guess.
Yeah, I heard a phone ring from deep down within. A friendly voice whistling under my skin. Yeah, I have to stop my enterprise below. But I'm not so sure the guy will let me go.
Os velhos olhos vermelhos voltaram. Dessa vez. Com o mundo nas costas. E a cidade nos pés. Pra que sofrer se nada é pra sempre?. Pra que correr. Se nunca me vejo de frente.
Eu sou o passageiro. Eu rodo sem parar. Eu rodo pelos subúrbios escuros. Eu vejo estrelas saindo no céu. É o claro e o vazio do céu. Mas essa noite tudo soa tão bem.
Your reach is ever growing, spreading like a moss. Across rock, under sky, over roots and the thorns.
I'm almost finished now. I'm almost finished now. As I start fading. You'll hear me saying. I'm almost finished now. I'm almost finished now.
One minute you say you will. And the next you won't. One minute you want me. And the next you don't. You're turning me upside down. Giving me the run around.
I'm not quite finished yet. I'm not quite finished yet. I nearly am you understand. But I'm not quite finished yet. There's another side to go before I go.
I want to tell you,. I might as well do. About a girl I met back in May. Her name is Rita. And you should see her. When she goes. Ooh wakka doo wakka day.
I've never been able. To stand on a table. Without using both of my feet. I've always resisted. The choice that was listed. . Whenever I sat down to eat.
We both know each other for welt over a year,. During which time we've shed many a tear,. But throughout it all one thing is clear,. I still love you, love you, love you.
Why is it you must be so very cruel to me. in order to be kind. Why when I hold you close do you insist your toes. are being stood on by mine. . Why when I kiss your lips do you astound me.
Ooh baby your love is so bad. You baby you're driving me mad. Ooh baby your kiss is so sweet. You baby knock me off my feet. Ooh baby I wish you were mine.
so here i am. once again. still i can't help. but wonder why. i'm coming back. i fail to see. that what once was. has passed us by. . the howling wolf.