Wake up. Open up your eyes. We're imprisoned by our own affection. Is that all you'd leave behind?. . Future. You sentimental fools. Let's pretend in life it never happen.
We are the misfits with a broken horizon. Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance. Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home. Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone....
Fear in a young one with innocence. A crisis I must resolve to handle with. Competence. He wants to know if he will be "taken" too. He worried - he asked me point blank.
Take off your hat, kick off your shoes. I know you ain't goin' anywhere. Run 'round the town singin' your blues. I know you ain't goin' anywhere.. . You've always been a good, good friend of mine,.
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up. Your love affair has got to go. For ten long years, for ten long years. The leaves to rake up. . Slow suicide's no way to go, oh.
Through stains from the rest of sorrows. Destiny my before in the price of lust. Strength for the ocean floor. This is difference the chasing your right.
On an island out in the sea. I wouldn't care what they think of me. But in this crowded room I believe. That I'm seconds from insanity. . 'Cause her eyes just rip me all apart.
Phone cutting in and out, this God Damn reception again I missed,. Two calls and when we talk you asked me why you're in an ambulance.. I dropped my phone as I go numb, til I saw your face..
I want you to know. It's time to go. Yeah we are done. I want you to see. That I need (oh) to be free. . (Done done done done done done). We are done.
Find me. I'm falling. And fooling myself that it's flight. Imperfect. I plummet. And ponder. Pushed away on principle. . Walk away and I stare. Would you stand me up again?.
My angel, hello. I've missed you so long. Is this fiction?. Is it real?. Things aren't quite what they seem in here. Yeah. . Yeah, something wicked,. Something I've never seen before,.
What?. Say what?. Wot u got. . I bin to Spain. I bin to Rome. I bin to Madagascar. Wot u got gets me hot. . I bin to your place. I'm in my home. I bin to Madagascar.
Get off the streets and rise from the pressure. And burst out laughing, get off. Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares. Bleed kid, get off the street kid.
There is love, there is lust. There is love fueled lust. Little thing called trust which I must not break for you. Forsaking all others but you. . There are storms I must brave.
I see you smile. and I wonder what you mean. with that expression. I can't be sure. Cause you have. fooled me before. And every day. I try so hard. to find you.
This Wooden Floor,. Clunks Under You,. As I Etch, To Your Haze.. . These Rough Dreams,. Cant Keep Me Down,. As I Draw From The Grey.. . You Waiver I Feel It,.
We keep on getting there. We'll keep on until we do. I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Right now this could be anywhere. . We keep on getting there.
I would love to be better, I would love to be free. I would love to be perfect when you look at me. But instead I'm still crying, yes, instead I'm still lying.
Tired of the rain my love, I'm tired of the waiting. If you watch the sky with your eyes, you'll see the line I walk. I'm not afraid that's what I say here and now.
She looks like a boy. But she really a girl. Kick your ass. Make your straight hair curl. She got the soya beancurd. And won give it up for free. So don mess with her factory!.