The last of you is left of me. In my review a memory. A bridge you burned is meant to be. I can't rebuild the rest of me. . And I need just to see. Thats why Im coming back to.
Baggage handcuffed to my wrist,. I drag it everywhere I go.. Sometimes I fight it with my fists,. If I knew which way was home,. It's where I'd go.. If I knew which way was home..
One small blind guy. Watches the other. . I'm looking for you for it stops at you. What you said is the same thing teacher says. Down on the creek bed in the big water.
It's about time to set the record straight.. Clear the air, forget all that you heard.. Turn deaf ears to words that they all say.. I'll show you all you ought to know..
Headlong into the sound. We listen closely to find our calling. Each new day urges us to find a way to seperate. Don't let your vagabond shoes carry you too far away.
Opportunity floods me. Still Im swimming towards air. Im always safe on the surface. So certain Im where. I need to be fighting for something. I need to be working towards.
I know that I cannot run from all the bad. things I've done. I know there's nothing I can say that can wipe. it all away. my heart is telling, while tears are welling up.
Say what I need, I kick you down. No I'm fine, don't you hang around. And I find myself here in another home. Where everything moves so slow. So tired.
I spend too much time raiding windmills. We go side by side laughing until its right. . Theres something that you wont show. Waiting where the light goes.
So suddenly. Where was my mind. What was I thinking of. I lost control. . You could have died. I could have killed you. But when we recovered. I only thought of you.
There's almost nothin' left. An' you eat my kind for breakfast. What did I expect. To come here and find anyone?. Find open arms to greet me. And friends to feed me.
Line of people to pass you by. Posing sympathy with their whitewash eyes. With the ladies feigning their mourning cries. And the men shaking hands. . Weigh away.
We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail. Where are we going, so far away?. Somebody told me this is the place. Where everything's better and everything's safe.
You're a yob or you're a wanker -. Take your fucking choice. So who is your favourite genius. James Hird or James Joyce?. You ever seen a live performance?.
Without love. You got nothing to live for, nothing to give. Without love. You got nothing to wish for, nothing to get. . Without love the days are so long.
I believe in you and me. You know this is the way it's meant to be. We got something. Yeah we got something. . I believe in me and you. We know just what to say and what to do.
Whatever you want to see. Whatever you decide to believe. Whatever you say or you think. Whatever you know I'll agree. . I feel you slipping. I watch you fading.
This is the last of my sight. Tunnel ways under streets. In the control seat it became Christ. Postcards from ashtray dirty skies. All will be explained or we're just forgotten here.
As soon as you're born they make you feel small. By giving you no time instead of it all. 'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all. A working class hero is something to be.
What are we gonna do?. Said the hungry child to a father with empty hands. What are we gonna do?. When the smoke clears. And reveals no promise land. What are we gonna do?.