Spare me the psycho babble the mental rub-down. For the third time today I put his record on. I caught this ailment on the rebound. I'm looking for another one.
Beauty is skin deep. And mine's not even that. You broke through, I couldn't touch you. And you left me shaking on the concrete ground. Its funny how things.
You talk about love like its something you found on your shoe. Guess your feelings for me are just a mild inconvenience to you. And I hate you but still play your game.
Needle of the lonely truth. Guess it's up to us to choose. Just doing what we have to do. To let the blue sky in. . And it's a game, everyone knows. Bombay gin and last year's clothes.
La la da da da. La la da da da. La la da da da. La la da da da. . Got all my fortunes working up the road. Waking up the neighbours, loosening the load.
They're piling bodies up on the plains. All of the strangers with so many claims and. All that hope served as a warning. Now they're falling like dominoes on a late December morning.
I've got these watches, one for each time zone. ?How does it feel,? Remy says, ?to be on your own??. Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone.
They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls. On your old bedroom. And Friday night is going to free-fall,. Through Club Rust, angel dust and sweet perfume.
Strip the sky I will hang out of the window. See its pink veneer. Hear the motorway soprano. And the Front Street road pitches to the river bank. The drivers side is hanging off and rusted.
We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere. We are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot air. We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair.
Football stickers and paper dolls. It all gets buried in the end. Rosalea lipstick and midnight calls. It all gets buried in the end. Blind allegiance and foolish love.
I dreamed I saw you, brother o mine. Riding on Josefs train. With the men of steel down the long, thin line. Riding on Josefs train. You close your eyes and the engines run.
The night is growing old veined with threads of early dawn. So deal the deck, cmon Red, cmon my friend. The colour of fire. The colour of fury. . And we will bear this together.
Across the room. This crowded, lonely room. I see you standing bright, youre on fire. Across the sky. The busy city sky. Theres one star alight. Its you.
Its the Icarus wind, its blowing in my eyes. Its the Icarus wind, its telling me those lies. And its heart is like ice and its fingers are long. And it knows just wholl be torn apart by that windsong.
If you miss me at the back of the bus, and you can't find me nowhere. Come on up to the front of the bus, I'll be ridin' right there. I'll be ridin' right there.
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you or me. Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery. With a blanket underneath his arm and coat of solid gold.
If it's true, a rich man leads a sad life. That's what they from day to day. Then what do all the poor do with their lives?. On Judgment Day, have nothing to say.
The moon is pulling faces. The clouds are on the rise. The night blinks away a few more stars. And rubs its tired eyes. Theres a ticking of a clock, boys.
I cant get past without stepping on your shoes. No, it doesnt hurt me, but itll hurt you.. Dont know how you know just where youre going now. Spend my voice and now my fear is showing.