The comforting ache. Of the summer holidays. Pointless days pining. Afternoons whining. The suburbs scream. At passers by. The scream of escape. A new siren.
Was it me? Honestly. Torn away from my purity. Never look back and don't look ahead. At those lies that might be empty promises. It's the blood in your tears.
Funnel down straight through the clouds. Like an ever flowing stream. Like an ever flowing steam. Take a bite of the fruit of life. Cause the fruit of life is sweet.
Funnel down straight through the clouds. Like an ever flowing stream. Like an ever flowing steam. Take a bite of the fruit of life. Cause the fruit of life is sweet.
You've got that look in your eye again. It's working overtime. Worried about where I'm gonna spend my life. But it's much too late, it's much too late.
Eh, back so soon? you know, don't you have a decent pair of pants. You can put on? you look like a...a pig walking in the street! your hands,. Your face-filthy! you disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house!.
When all is said and done. I'll always be your son. But all is not forgiven. Well I'm on my knees pleading. Just 'cause I'm grown you think I don't need.
it seems like it all comes crashing.. i'm sorry so damn sorry.. shove me aside so you can take it all.. you always took it all.. with me aside no need for you to whore..
would you trade me.. for more of yourself.. when it's silent.. try not to give too much.. so you won't grow tired.. and i knew you.. the good and the bad..
Icarus flew too near the sun. Into the blue his red wax did run. He fell to the earth and sealed the scroll. The daredevil angels unknown would unfold.
It's the age of the Micro Man. Who sees the detail but never the plan. It's the time of the tiny creep. Who pulls the levers while he falls asleep. Twenty five years of social research.
The more I see you, the more I want you. Somehow this feeling just grows and grows. With every sigh I become more mad about you. More lost without you and so it goes.
Tall and tan and young and lovely. The girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah. . When she walks, she's like a samba.
Time after time I tell myself that I;m. So lucky to be loved by you,. So lucky to be the one you run to see. In the evening when the day is through.. .
People say I'm the life of the party. Because I tell a joke or two. Although I might be laughing loud and hearty. Deep inside I'm blue. So take a good look at my face.
What could I say?. What was I after?. I forgot but you figured it out for me. Again with. Your radio silence. . Who could I have been?. Taking a number.
Hands up if you think you are the only one. Who's been denied, like Peter to God's only son,. But what of people who thought he would lift them up?. I guess all of us are the betrayed and the betrayer.
You found the world with your eyes and set the struggle alight.. I turned it back, black and white, so I could stay out of sight.. We fight each other alive and throw ourselves at the triumph of life..
Things go up and then go down, chase a smile with a frown.. He knows that his joy will stop, waiting for the other shoe to drop.. He's a ship on the sea, setting sail to perfidy..