Close your eyes and look at me. I'll be standing by your side. In between the deep blue sea. And the sheltering sky. If we find no words to say. To the rhythm of the waves.
When will I ever grow up. When will today be enough. When will I learn to be here now?. It's on the other side of the door - that's what I'm looking for.
I come back, come back. You see my return. My returning face is smiling. Smile of a waiting man. . I be home soon soon soon. Soon cry on your shoulder.
I'm not paranoid. Don't. No, I'm not afraid. Stop. But I sometimes wonder. Fight. What is on your mind. Back. . I'm not paranoid. They. No, I'm not afraid.
Within these walls. Within these walls is pain and strife. Within these walls it's yours tonight. Within these walls you'll sacrifice. Within these walls.
Drive-by suicide bombers all over. In our front yards and in our bedrooms. Biochemical warfare, anthrax and smallpox. Stuff it all back in the toy box.
Blood so deep, the horse must hold his head up high. In the valley of decision third, the world will die. Beat your hoes and plows into axes and spears.
You said, I'm a shore, I can build our castles out of sand. The day, I got washed away and it's a long walk home again. . I should have known, the look on your face.
Walked in the pub, ordered a pint. Put it on the table, oh, oh, oh, oh. Put it on the table, sat alone for an hour or more. So I talked to Mabel, oh, oh, oh, oh, poor Mabel.
Deep dark eyes. That don't quite focus. Like it could be hocus pocus. Flowered clothes in unique style. Intriguing words that beguile. She is sexy in a way.
We started playing at seventeen. Another part of a bigger scene. We used to wear a shirt back then. Said fuck you man we don't care. . We looked back.
What a waster, what a fucking waster. You pissed it all up the wall. And 'round the corner where they chased her. There's tears falling out from everywhere.
picture a place that's far from danger.. a nicer place to cash your chips.. i'm not the one holding you hostage.. squeezed inbetween my lips.. . we're not supposed to be lovers..
Did I tell you how much I miss. Your sweet kiss?. Did I tell you I didn't cry. Well I lied, I la la la la la la lied. . Over real over. When I nearly hit the face I loved.
I won't take that talk from no one. I won't take that talk from no one. Inside, it makes you ill and the pity of it all you're fighting. You don't see it anymore, you're fighting.
Why? Tell me why?. Oh why, do girls love horses?. Why? Oh why?. Tell me why do girls love horses?. . Is it 'cos they're round?. Or they're six feet off the ground?.
When I met you, you were just sixteen. Pulling the wings off the flies. When an old lady got hit by a truck. I saw the wicked gleam in your eyes. . Your sadistic suits my masochistic.
Giorgio moroder/pete belotte. (from the soudtrack of "metropolis", 1984). . Is there a mask behind the face. Is it a sleeveless ace. Can a smile conceal a sneer.
All These Weird Folks That I Am Seeing. Walking Through Here Like Zombie Beings. Always Doing The Strangest Kind Of Things. . Kicking Buttons With Doctor Martins.