Wait till the sound of morning rain. Wait till the sound to take away the pain. Oh it's been coming down, for an hour or more. . Watching the days just wash away.
St. Christina. Faces the mirror. Time stand slowly, while she brushes her hair. . Be forgetful, forget him. Fly straight. Reading light a halo; red eye again.
Ce n'est pas de l'amour car nous ne nous battons pas. Les ombres grises et le va, va, va au lit avec l'enfer. . I don't call it love, cause we don't fight.
When I say good morning. And you say goodbye. With your arms wrap around me. . When I ask if you love me. And you say that you might. With your arms wrap around me.
When things don't seem to go your way. The whole world's ganging up. It's devised a plan to send a telegram of Viagra. Well you're acting strange and you feel deranged.
We've sat on familiar ground,. Spinning the bottle round,. We said that it would never last,. 'Cause we were growing up so fast.. And now we're walking around the town,.
I follow, you follow, I follow, and fall in. You follow, I follow, you follow, and fall in. Sunday morning. Sunday morning only comes around once these days.
There was nothing... nothing left standing,. all the people and trees... disappeared in the wrath of the sea,. in the night... she crashed all around us,.
When I'm dead, you'll be living,. Standing in the funeral home. . How to best dispose of this dead body now?. . Cremation, donation to medical experimentation.
You fucked yourself. And you don't know where to go. Split wide open like a sturgeon for the row. Blood was splashed on pure white snow. . You fucked yourself.
You only hurt the one you love. That may be true. But better said, you only hurt the one who loves you. . We went through hell. Just to get to hell. Die of thirst of drink up form the poisoned well.
Repair the hull, replace the sails.. The monkey wrestles with the ghost. And a thousand pleasures form a thin veneer. Over lack of hope.. The captain was rightly murdered by the crew.
Everyday we earn our meager pay. But it takes its toll to play the happy prole.. The buy your labor, try to steal your soul -. Bite the bullet, hold your tongue and play the happy prole..
Orbiting pods, underwater domes. We fill our tanks with oxygen to step outside our homes. Once it was hard, now it's just routine. And I can't tell the difference between people and machine.
You never cried, you never froze. And yet how well your garden grows -. You reap the fruits another sows:. I guess that works out well for you.. Suffering has served you well -.
Flail me. [Don't you know..]. I desire to be flailed. Jail me. Impale me. . Brain me. [Tell me now...]. what's the use of a brain. Maim me. Chain me. .
You turn me on. And it's hard to turn me on. You turn me on. And it's hard to turn me on. . Mornings I tell you what I dreamed. Before we're swallowed by the work machine,.
You can be so heartless. I can be heartless too. We can wound each other. Isn't that what people do ?. . How can we betray when there's nothing to betray.
They say hold on to your dreams. That plays good on TV. But never worked for me. So now I need to find a way to occupy my time. Until the day I die. 'Cause I give up.
I know the ether can never claim the earth. Atmospheric gasses cannot remain with dirt. We purchase pleasure, and pay for it with hurt. And we rarely get our money's worth.