I never held your gaze. I never know my place. Oh, I stare at the eyes. Starin' at my face. It always ends in a tie. There is no needing the divine. I cry at the joke explained.
You've got a problem, I think you know. I'll tell you mine before you go. You've been thinking about somebody new. That's not the issue. . Secrets, I have some too.
I was only asking for a moment of the truth. I can't fight the feeling when I'm hanging out with you. Why do I forgive you because I get confused. I could never leave behind the part of me that you refuse.
Breathe deep. Bracing and strong. Coming alive. Take back all that is lost. Honor your pride. Generation!. . Time stops. Silence is now. Moving around.
To think, beyond what you could think. And feel, beyond what you can feel. To see, beyond what can be seen. And be, beyond what we believe. . I know you know something.
Now the thick warm cream light. fades down into the mist from the sea. Three surfers - tiny black specks. out across in the great waves. Lanterns of the little town over.
The candle flickers and the shadows move distorted on the wall. There's a wire slowly stretching. And now you ask him all the questions, the same ones as before.
All rise for the king in all his rage and glory. All kneel for the queen - her secret silver whisper. Across the snowbound fields, slowly the sad procession moves.
Walking home on a foggy night. Walking home alone. Wishing there was power in my fingertips. To burn through this solid stone. How the hell am I supposed to know what mood you're in.
I stared at the mountain, the mountain stared at me. I couldn't hold its gaze, I couldn't bare what I might see. Tell Mary I never chose to come but all too late.
(Sullivan). Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages. With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles. Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection.
Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages. With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles. Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection.
Splashing through the water on the motorway. The headlights shine in every drop of rain. And every mile takes a minute and every minute lasts an hour.
The roll of distant thunder breaks. The afternoon of silence wakes. They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance. In fury blind I drive at night.
We went into town on the tuesday night. Searching all the places that you hang about. We're looking for you. In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs..
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls. In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honoring every call. So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side.
Headline in the paper tells of fighting in the streets. Teenage battles; six arrested. Mutters in the council chambers, something must be done. Before our city streets become infested.
you saved my life from this... While kings are in their counting houses. people just wait here in silent rows. they spat and they jeered in a last. desperate fear as they watched us go.
Now the talking's over, plans are laid and the hour is set. Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright. We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours.
Like a desert, so smooth. So calm, like velvet. Like wire, so taut. So stretched, like steel. The surface is rippling. And straining and cracking. From within.