Through the iron winter to the fires of June. Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon. There's a flickering figure dancing alone. Making her junk creatures out of rags and bones.
I love you like a whisper. I love you all alone. I love you like a murder, babe. I'm burying the bones. I love you like the last shot. At the bottom of the bottle.
Shes a sugar plum in a blue dress. Shes worth a million gold pieces. And I see visions in her hair. Of a nuclear sky. . And I, Im running away from that red farm.
Are you receiving me? Ill give you. Something to write home about. Put the colour back in your cheeks and take the. "milk of" out. Call it what you will, Ill call it.
And the Lord sat down and crossed his legs. and said Lucy let's just get this straightened out. I read it in the small print somewhere on the 19th page.
Sex is the open sesame, to a rich mans eyes.. And I am not prepared to be patronised, to compromise, to sanitise my ugly tongue cold eyes.. And babe you know you'd better watch those incriminations, watch what those fingers do cos life has a funny way..of pointing those fingers back at you..
Up in the midnight blue. That's where I'm going to. Up where the sirens scream. Through every misplaced dream. Up with the pirate moon. . In bloody monochrome.
Play something that we need to hear. Play to make the ghosts appear. Play until the bottles gone. Play, play because your hearts at stake. Play enough to liberate.
Bring, bring, bring it to me. Bright stars on another gilded tree. And for all of this time. There's a greater surprise. Sing, sing, sing for old December.
Well, Im looking for an old soul. Where am I gonna go?. Im looking for an old soul. Does anybody know?. I dont want the worldly wise. I dont want a good disguise.
Keep me again at arms length. All I hear is your heart, you know baby. It never shuts up. And its all right. This heart is on fire. Just save your own ass go.
I'm sitting here like statistics. Amid teenage pregnancies and misfits. Plotting my uncertain chart. And the constant of our frequency. The graph that follows your feelings for me.
I dont know. I dont know. I dont know what it was that was making me. Curl up in the corner and be secondary to you. . I can see. I can see. I can see that these lies are a soul disease.
Hey, looks like sleep is here. Its two thirty AM the town has been cleared and. The traffic has stopped for the minute at least. We lie like a symphony under the sheets.
I find it best to be prepared. For the tricks of the light. And the shadows things throw. If you hold them too tight. Oh, time is a train and. It's lost to the bend.
Tell me. Are you really leaving?. I fell so far. I'm almost on the ceiling. You said I've got a way with words. I'm not so sure. But baby I know I got a way with murder.
I've got mud on my shoes. I've got a hole in my head. I've got mud on my shoes. I've got a hole in my head. It is high fashion. It is highly suspect. .
Headstrong, heavy weather. Going at it Hell-for-leather. Red lights flashing on. Some little pop song. Boys get out your Balzac. The Empire's gonna strike back.
Sometimes it felt that I was swimming against the flow. If I could swim at all. And often I needed something to lean upon. But it never seemed to be there.
My voice has been boxed on a shelf by the door. And my hands may be cold but my wry smiles still warm. And she cant believe that Im not gonna fight. Guess Im too just busy doing battle from the inside.