Roll that dice again, again. And once or twice you'll reel me in. What I've got is not what I came for. But I'll keep coming back for more. . Come on lay your head upon my chest.
Pressed up against this shop front. Drawing faces there in crayon. It's a long way from the pockets full of rain. And you have walked the streets for hours.
Rain falling and a chance of snow. Jonah Louie on the radio. French beer and mistletoe. That'll be Christmas. . Cars queueing on the edge of town. Afternoon with the blinds pulled down.
I came in like a jackdaw. On the drift of an outlaw. I heard there's a warrant out. For my arrest. Among the cute little puritans. The ghosts and the hooligans.
Teacher, teacher, wont you tell me what is true. This kinda rising is just too long overdue. Teacher, teacher, howd I let it get this way?. . Cause there was someone trying to tell me I was wrong.
Lost in a dream. I don't know which way to go. You are all that you sing. Baby, I'm moving away to sorrow. . And I've been fooled before. Wouldn't like to get my love caught in the slammin' door.
Would you look at this place. There's a sign on the wall. We are all suddenly free. We don't pull any punches at all. Imagination runs riot. There's a choice of three doors.
Propped my eyes open with some chemistry. I've got a three hour drive and a man to see. The blue bruised sky is closing in. Cover up well because it looks like rain.
(one, two, three; two, two, three). . There you go again. Said, it?s too complicated to explain. So sit me in my high chair. And pat me on the head. But I?ll be making lists.
There are ladders up the buildings. On the streets downtown. Sixteenth Century architecture. Gets the locals down. Eyes to the future. The Heritage Board.
Well I dreamt about you. About leaving without you. And going on a slow journey. Where no roads are marked and. A black dog is barking. Going on a slow journey.
Come the dawn, come the call. Come, the beating air. Chill the night, soldier light. We'll be dancing there. And rise up, rise up. Day stretching weary wings.
I had too much to drink last night now I'm lying on the floor. Watching the coloured patterns in my eyes, leftovers from the light. And this bearing all thing is harder than I thought.
Kerosene Kathy is bringing in the mail. Its a 50/50 choice. Pass go or go to jail. You can see her with her matches on the pavement in the rain. Glowing by the light of this southbound train.
Sitting here in limbo, but I know it won't be long. Sitting here in limbo, like a bird without a song. Well they're putting up resistance. But I know that my faith will lead me on.
Did you really believe. It would be. A different voice it. Inevitably. Will all come down to one of two choices. So come on now we've got our sides to pick.
Enter my. November Boy. With eyes like the sea. The radio sings "Love Me Do". Yeah I agree. And I've used up. Every sentence that. Love has to offer. So silence or.
Rain falling and a chance of snow. Jonah Louie on the radio. French beer and mistletoe. That'll be Christmas. . Cars queueing on the edge of town. Afternoon with the blinds pulled down.
They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine. They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign. They're mapping every person's life, aligning every chart.
Your shadow has grown longer. The wind is at your back. They dressed you up so pretty. In red, white and black. . Roll the sixes gently. Consult the zodiac.