Maps on the back of your hands. Point to the cross. Scratches on walls in a room. Draw out your loss. Your islands are conquered and you are returned.
What a drag it is these gold lame' jeans. Is this the coolest way to get though your teens. Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in. I looked like a rooster who was drowned and raised again.
It's 3 A.M. I'm going home. I watch the white lines pass alone. There is no moon so I just drive. I feel like the last man alive. I find a voice on the radio.
Trams of old London,. Taking my baby into the past in it.. Trams of old London blow my mind.. . Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill;. Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh..
You've got a heart full of soul. And a mind beyond control. And the way you look down. Leads to the sea. To the sea. . You've got a dark look in your eyes.
First blood. The man in breeches leans against the wall. And keeps a green-striped clove ball in his pouch. You know him as your friend but he is filling in for someone.
I can't keep pace with you. Give you something wild. I can change the place with you. Turn you into something. . Action comes to him who waits. If he's not gone cold.
In the middle of the holding out,. Nobody will be dropped out. Except fake gods whose faux pas. Are offsetting bets. Well who knows yeah who knows. Which birds will be left,.
Oh now now. Oh now now, Oh now now now hey. . You scare us, yeah, you welcome us,. and you motion us to move our mouths.. and we lie, yes we lie.. . You know our thoughts, you put them there..
It's quiet and loud. No one hears it but us. Some starving and proud,. No one chooses but us. . You can hide up upstream,. We will trap and scalp you.
Where do you go when heaven calls you. What do you do, who do you turn to. How old will you be when they finally catch you. Don't stop moving, they're right behind.
Please don't fall out of love. You left me and my withered heart. Clothe me with your tired eyes. And with your eyes you set apart the night. . Long before the day is done.
You gave a gift to me. In my young age. You sent me oversea. And put the fear in me. And I ask what for now. Why me, why war?. And I ask what for now.
Do whatcha should honey. be a good girl darlin'. cuz you'll meet the executioner one day. . do whatcha should honey. don't make mistakes darlin'. cuz you'll meet the executioner some day.
You never call my name. On the telephone. You never call my name. On the telephone. I just sit and cry. By the telephone. . I try and call your phone,.
It's hard to think, it's hard to think. We're all tame beasts taken out of the wild. We smoke and drink, we smoke and drink. To escape concrete, to get loved like a child.
I have come a long way. I've met many a friend. Who gave to me their hearts, their bread and their wine. Into the lower lands. Down to the depths of self.
Moving on down the Tarkio Road. Headed up to Crete, Nebraska. Trying my best to set the highway on fire. But my bicycle won't go no faster. . Tarkio Road is a mother.
Doko ni yukebaii anata to hanarete. Ima wa sugisatta toki ni toi kakete. Nagasugita yuru ni tobi dachi wo yume mita. Ikoku no sora mitsumete kodoko wo dakishimete.
She'll take his secrets to her grave. She has no memory of him she'd like to say. She's had to live with the decisions that he made. For oh so many years.