At the back of beyond. Where time stands still. In a paradise of love and hate. Like pack of hounds. Invading the land. Girls sell their bodies. Like hot cakes.
Delivered from the chains of subjection. Almighty his chivalry urge. Eriled in the crueltys clutch. Strenghed in the believe in himself. Growned with the charm of salomo.
is this the day I cross the worlds. of beauty's embrace and darkened dreams?. inherit the fears of beauty's belief!. is this your vision, a timeless story of lunar-fire and memory's stain?.
When you said you were going away. my heart broke in two. I didn't know what to say. So I tried to write a little letter. but it didn't make me feel better.
Standing firm on this stony ground. The wind blows hard. Pulls these clothes around. I harbour all the same worries as most. The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost.
Ah. Ah. . There is a place in the bottom of the soul. It's no bread of restitution. Hearts splash fly like dough. Where there is no pollution. . You would know words to hold.
It's a big world. I'm off and away. There's so many things to see. I'm looking ahead. And I won't wait. I'm gonna take the lead. . Any direction that I choose.
Over your shoulder. I'm hear. The face on your head looks older. We're here. . [Chorus]. Never gonna change. Never gonna disappear. Stars shine down on me tonight.
The man at the back has a question. His tongue's involved with solutions. But the monkey on my back. Won't stop laughing. . Over the wall. Hand in hand.
Jump right in. Take the call. Were you pushed. Or did you fall?. . Fell apart. Feeling low. Happy ride. The merry-go. . And I always hear them singing.
All at sea again. And now my hurricanes. Have brought down. This ocean rain. To bathe me again. . My ship's a sail. Can you hear its tender frame. Screaming from beneath the waves.
Day after day. Love turns gray. Like the skin on a dying man. Night after night. We pretend it's all right. But I have grown older. And you have grown colder.
(Instrumental). [various bodily sounds like burping, farting, slapping, scratching, etc....].
"Oh my God, what a fabulous room!. "Are all these your guitars?". "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!". "God, this place is bigger than our apartment.".
Say a word that's quiet, not half the way there. Some days our future, it seems to hang on so tight. Come quickly now, the air hangs heavily today. Oh no, what is that crimson in the shade?.
I'm takin' my time. Hangin' my days in sunshine. Feel just like how I wanna be. I feel all right, gettin' that old time feelin' in me. . I think of the days.
An organ is playing in the ocean mighty and strong. about the days you once had and those that are gone. in the ocean.... . An organ is playing in the ocean plays loud and wide.
As I walk through frozen sands. Through the flames of burning lands. My feet are torn, they're torn to strands. I will not thirst. . As I cross the raging sea.