I wanna be thin. I wanna be small. I wanna be pinned up high and studied on the wall. . I wanna be sold. I wanna be fit. I wanna be there.. . I wanna be hooked.
We climbed and we climbed,. Oh, how we climbed. My, how we climbed. Over the stars to [the] top. [of] tiger mountain. Forcing the lines through the snow..
Brown Eyes and I were tired. We had walked and we had scrambled. Through the moors and through the briars. Through the endless blue meanders. In the blue August moon.
Up on a hill, as the day dissolves. With my pencil turning moments into line. High above in the violet sky. A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain.
Words, but nothing clear. What channel are you on?. It's hard to hear.. You speak to the world. From such a feeble system;. So... far away.. . The thought, not falling.
Spider and i sit watching the sky. On a world without sound. We knit a web to catch one tiny fly. For our world without sound. We sleep in the mornings.
People come and go and forget to close the door. And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor. And when they do, remember me, remember me..
Woke up this morning desperation a.m.. What I've been saying won't say them again. My head's not empty, it's full with my brain. The thoughts I'm thinking.
Oh oh the french girls with the string of pearls. Think it's such a fucking shame. That the local boys with their country joys. Never make them daisy chains.
Put a straw under baby. Your good deed for the day. Put a straw under baby. Keep the splinters away.. Let the corridors echo. As the dark places grow.
[german voices]. . The seats are so uncomfortable, too.. You know, you never realize it.. Guess I might as well go do my makeup.. In case we get out of this thing I want to look good for those pictures..
Into the road and ten women. They are the rose of, oh, living. They're over.... Paling over.. . Say all the words that are memory. Enter the ways of all the pain.
Passing over. All the dark blades. All the dark blades. Of the forewords. In the forewords. Just a low sound. Such a low sound. Passing over. . Drawing closer.
Given the chance. I'll die like a baby. On some far away beach. When the season's over.. . Unlikely. I'll be remembered. As the tide brushes sand in my eyes.
Night-time is falling on the louvre.. It's been a lazy afternoon.. We walk to the house, the air is clear,. The water's still moving in the pool.. You say one word..
Those who know. They don't let it show. They just give you one long glance. And you'll go oh, oh, oh, oh.. . Goes to show. How winds blow. The weather's fine.
It will shine and it will shudder. As i guide it with my rudder. On its metaled ways. It will cut the night before it. As it leaves the day that saw it.