I'm alone,. sitting with my broken glass. My four walls. follow me through my past. . I was on a Paris train. I emerged in London rain. And you waiting there.
Superstition taking all of us for a ride. Mimes overtaken by the signs of the right. The bombs are falling overhead with no sight. While you are talking all detached, so tell us.
We want peace without patriot missiles. Blown to bits are civilian targets. Parade, laugh, rejoice, sing. We are the victors of nothing. . Spend more money on a war.
Long days caught in his room. Trapped in the gloom of the dying light. His heart pleads through the wounds that he bleeds. The wounds he never can close.
What a dream you still love me whoa. Is it my imagination?. For we reached to one against all white. Left smoke in your eyes. And they were offering me good advice.
We choke on the poison wind. Well, these sad eyes can tell the story. Walk along an empire's path. And you said you'd come back again. . But you talk to yourself.
Color your skin with gold and the violence remains. Cover your eyes with rose but the stain remains. Will you escape your life with all the walls you build?.
Sun shines on my face, how its golden design. Rain falls in this place and the fields come alive. Days are only rumors we've wasted, we cross the millions.
I been here for hours. I been here for days. Sleepy in your mind. Like a picture all faded from age. This is my last chance. To say it to your face. But I can't stand.
All around, I see you're under my skin. Cruel to say, I've known the best of my life. Never again to hear the river's song so clear. . Everyday's another scene.
The days were golden we were known to be. We won't escape this memory forward on to the place we sail. All to believe when you raise an iron hand. This place without a song for all, the words just crawl.
Lost myself, when pain from your heart left its trace. In written words, held like a seam. I have no hand to heal. I can't imagine your emotions wrapped around.
She's always around and under my skin. Watching her move, how she tells a story. It's only a dream of lovers and lies. She's cruel and she's free like television.
Tearing in my heart when the world falls apart. And it's almost too hard. Tearing in your mind how the pain makes you blind. When it's all said and done.
Over the counter. And out through the broke door. Hotwire, joyride. Now that everyone's dead. You feel alive. . Now you even like the sunrise. You can't avoid your man's eyes.
"The devil he's a busy man,. boy it look like he stays on my trail...". . "Yes, the devils he is a busy man,. boy it look like he stays on my trail...".
Why is my happiness gone. When I don't understand, you. I only know I must settle back down. And let life pass me through and through. . Well I'm waking up now.
Tell me that it's true. My love is not for gain. Tell me that you knew. All our tears have been in vain. Oh. What's a poor man suppose to do. My love is not for gain.
I ain't shot to pieces. For the very first time. And any thought of leaving. It ran across my mind. I ain't had a hard life. Just had a few hard times.
On the northwest corner of the southeast side of the southern half. Of the Fargo, North Dakota portion of my heart. About six steps from a maple tree.