Look at the moon above our heads. Oh the night is old but it's not dead. Let's talk of the things that we used to do. 'Cause the future looks too bleak.
Well, how do you do, a kiss on the cheek?. It's been a while so I'll just beg, borrow. And steal all your time, we'll call it dignified. Well, now it all seems to be cut and dry.
You dont need to be a wizard to see its a dangerous world. Were living in a desert, everywhere the people get burned. So where do we go now to follow our hearts desire?.
End times, ready for the show of great signs. It's gonna be hard to know which way to go. Some teach and what they say it's true. Some preach and the power of God shines through.
Somewhere between a lie and truth. Lies a subtle line of gray and. Although it's undetectable. It's reflected in all we say. . We don't want to hate or judge each other.
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles. You stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye. You think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials.
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles, you stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye, you think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials, but you don't see them later, while in the elevator, you nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her, a man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a, machismo and machasma, it turns into miamsa, but you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension.
She's a pretty girl, she doesn't know it's over. She doesn't know that my plane leaves tomorrow. She's ringing in my ear, she redefines the night call.
[Verse]. I should write a report. on why we change day to day. with hours and hours of research. and humans locked up in a cage. . then tally the data.
Pictures turn yellow and fade. From the walls. Where they've been posted for years. . Pictures of past and forgotten. Noel balls. Which have been visited with tears.
I've been thinking to myself. Aren't we just the picture of health?. The one you see through the window. The one where all goes well. . At times there's nothing worse.
With balloons tied loose around your neck. I can't help but wait with baited breath. With an eye for your madness. Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled.
Fly away on a plane. Just like you came to me. Take a bow, you take a bow. Your spirits left with me. . Watch the clouds making shapes. And picture me with you.
You found a place between the lights. Of yesterday I could not hide. We can make it if we only try. We can make it. . And there you are in perfect time.
We are the crowd. We're cuh-coming out. Got my flash on it's true. Need that picture of you. It's so magical. We'd be so fantastic, oh. . Leather and jeans.
I lost my mind the day I found you. I lost my song but heard its value. I lost my life and saved my perfect lies. . I held the truth and chose to drop it.
When you lie, kiss your baby bye bye bye. If you're true, the whole wide world will laugh with you. When we see nothings wrong with you and me. And time will tell, it might even ring a wedding bell, now.
It's a seven mile walk from the office to the pumps. Sometimes you think you're gonna drop. In the end you're filthy, dirty, horny and pissed off. And before you can leave you gotta sweep the fuckin' shop.
Drift away on a puffy cloud. Go away on a puffy cloud. My brain is dead from too much pot. 'Cause Gene, Dean and I smoke too much pot. . Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud.
Drift away on a puffy cloud. Go away on a puffy cloud. My brain is dead from too much pot. 'Cause Gene, Dean and I smoke too much pot. . Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud.