It is spitting like an open fire in a dark alleyway. It is sitting on the shoulder of every yesterday. It is shining a light in your eyes. It is checking every one of your new alibis.
Is that you peeking out from that hat. Hide and seeking behind a drink that's gone flat. Is that you peeking out from that tree. Hide and seeking from everyone here but me.
I'm gonna haunt you. I'm gonna haunt you. Through the playgrounds. Through the fires. You'll be saluting at the stars. And I'll be holding your hand. .
Well, have you heard the broken English?. Have you heard the chorus line?. Have you heard they're taking aim now. And taking their own sweet time?. Have you heard the cards are on the green?.
There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust. A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust. No, I'm not after crashing parties, I want your cobweb soul.
Well heaven knows the way things go. With ticker tape and radios. The good fight was lost long ago. And bravery doesn't live in those. Who're going down.
Silence in the courtyard, silence in the street. The powers that be, out by the river, are shuffling their feet. But the night is full of car alarms and sideways glances.
Can you see me in the halo of this street lamp baby. Talk is cheap and I can just about afford this sentence. What can I do? Maybe I can deal in actions, yeah.
God knows, God knows the direction. We're heading in tonight. God knows, God knows that when we're gone. They'll paint our shadows white. And God knows, God knows most wars are lost.
Sat down with the poker face. The snake eyes and your pillowcase. The hands holding the triple ace. Are laying down the cards. She said it without sentiment.
I have been looking for loose change. Down behind the armchair seat. I've been propping up this coffee cup. Looking down, down into the street. . And I hate what I've become, said.
Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold. And I've been watching the streetlamps flick off with the dawn. So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair's pulled down my throat.
God's electrician sparked up the heavens once again. Heading northbound on the 7:10. And the Lord said let there be commuters. Talking pension plans medicals and monthly targets end to end.
I?ve got this sweet frame of mind. Lit up the sky like a redemption sign. Oh, are the brake-lights on, baby, or are the wheel in spin?. Will you even remember what kind of state you?re in?.
You stirred my natural emotion. You make me feel Im dirt. And I'm hurt. And if I start a commotion. Ill only end up losing you. And that's worse. . Ever fallen in love with someone.
I'm pleased to meet you boys, you know it's been a while. Since I have had to fake delight just to raise a smile. You're squeezing hands and squeezing hits as good as anyone.
Well I am going down to nowhere. It is not too far from here. And the rain will be running rings. Around this tin fort cavalier. And there are skeletons and wastrels.
Winter tells its truth to anyone who'll listen. It will whisper to you slowly when the light is low. And I will sit and wonder over everything I've written.
When she comes with a ghost of a smile. And she roams through his eyes for a while. Days turn as empty ground somewhere. Bring the gods, line em up one by one.
Don? t Set Foot Over the Railway track. . Don? t set foot over the railway track. The heathens and the spin doctors are waiting round the back. The skies are always sullen and rain races to the tarmac.