The days, passing days. . I see the steeple and trace to the spire. And the sunset. Deepening red. Phoenix and the firefly. . And the time stops. Rush hour traffic slows.
Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city. Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city. (Won't let this city destroy our love). . Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city.
I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed. you gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and i gave you what i had between my legs. Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said.
Teignmouth. On the night train. From the city to the south. I saw spirits. Crawl across the river mouth. In skewed ascension. With no destination. Like this lone bachelor in me.
I saw, I saw the stars tonight. Mama, I saw the stars tonight. . Mama, I saw the stars tonight. Orion, the plow are burning bright. . Cannot recall of where I drove.
Before you, I was living. In my silverfish kitchen. Fruit fly clouds breathing. No hope, no religion. The nightmare on Haslett Road. . I was too young to weep from the road.
London, did you have to. take my child away?. you buried him under. rent and low pay.. I've been cyling in circles. round your empty streets.. i've been searching.
I was stumbling into battle. i was walking into walls. 'till i walked myself to peter. and i let my shadows fall.. . he's a boy who never ages.. rides a goat around the lake.
In a time of loneliness. I fell into your strong open arms. And in those arms you loved me well. You hid me in your calm. . And in that calm we headed south.
It was seven in the morning when the spark. began to give. the bath was spilling over, my. self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country. to start it all again and found myself in paris in.
It's wonderful what a smile can hide. If the teeth shine bright and it's nice and wide. It's so magical, all you can keep inside. And if you bury it deep no one can find a thing, no.
I hear you, but I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of you. . Father, where is my gun?. Now that the war has begun. Oh, let me go it alone, I need no one.
Magpie. Was it you who stole the wedding ring?. Or what other thieving bird. Would steal such hope away?. . Magpie. I am lost among the hinterland. Caught among the bracken and the fern.
So let the people talk. This Monday morning walk. Right past the fabulous mess we're in. . It's gonna be a beautiful day. So do the bluebirds say. As I take your hand.
I was once a boy.. till i cut my penis off. and i grew a hairy skull. of stubborn fire. . then i was a girl.. till i sewed my hole up. and i grew a hairy heart.
Sun dark on darker streets. It's violent times for weary feet. Carjackers and bullet showers. A yellow sign, too many fools in power. . But see, I will be gone by morning.
The work is done and the record pressed. Now you're doing battle. With the fickle press. You've got to strike the hammers. And pull the bow. And another fool.
Jacob. The ladder. Is falling. Down. . Heaven. Is out. Of reach. For us now. . The golden gates. The closing clouds. . Jacob. The ladder. Has fallen. Down.
Oh, I love this house, I love this house. Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known. Oh, I love to hear those conkers fall. Smash 'em on an Southwark stone.