Sending it all right back. Waiting for heart attacks. Watching the days collide. Changing with the weather. . Trying to keep it clear. Slither on broken tears.
I've got one thing left to say. I hope that things turn out OK. Maybe some day you will come around. . Mabye we're too self-obsessed, materialistic, over-sexed.
Sending it all right back waiting for heart attacks. Watching the days collide changing with the weather. Trying to keep it clear slither on broken tears.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.... . Lately I don't feel this enough,. I stand still. Waiting for the wind to pick up,. There's no thrill. Your love is like a clear blue sky,.
Happy to see you setting me off like sparks. You ignite all the colors inside my heart. On the doorstep like we've never been apart. Hope you know that I'm happy to see you.
Think we've come a long way,. We've seen them come and go. Sure ain't been easy,. But God only knows. It was no way to carry on. It was a guess. To find the answer lies straight ahead.
Can you surry?. Can you picnic?. Can you surry?. Can you picnic?. . C'mon, c'mon and. Surry down to a stoned soul picnic. Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
Come on, people! Come on, children!. Come on down to the glory river. Gonna wash you up, and wash you down. Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down.
On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August. In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road. I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know. She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow.
I was making my way through the wasteland. The road into town passes through. I was changing the radio stations. With my mind on you. Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma".
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.. You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity.. . Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape..
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom. Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run. Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk.
On the platform of an old railway station I enter a dream. And a couple is saying goodbye through the noise and the steam But it's just Brief Encounter my mind is trying to rerun.
And in the last days of the world of plastic records. He takes the car into town. He hears the voices of salvation through the static. Just turns the volume down.
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan. Carried along by their call. Seeking for a way to enlighten. Searching for the sense of it all. . Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars.
The stranger comes to town. He is greeted like a prince. Society declares him wise and funny. Celebrities are only decorations in this place. What really matters here is old money.
After these processions comes the sweeping up. The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup. The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain. The angry crowd retreats, but theyll be back again.
The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets. As I kicked my feet through the snowy world. And in that land there I held the hand of my. Scandinavian girl.
You always were a city kid though you were country raised. And back in some forgotten time we shared the cold north days. But the simple life was not your style, and you just had to escape.
There's something sweet, and almost kind. But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined. And now he's dear, and so unsure. I wonder why I didn't see it there before.