If I was (if I was) a better man (a better man). Would fellow men (would fellow men) take me to their hearts. If I was (if I was) a stronger man (a stronger man).
Talking in the window as the light fades. I heard my voice break just for a moment. Talking by the window as the light fades. I felt the floor change into an ocean.
And just as my eyes start seeing. After all the pain. The twist in my life starts healing. Just to twist again. In stillness, in sorrow. Returns that softly sighing lament.
I can feel the turning of the tides. Pulling away the night. Like a sheet from over me. . In summer time. I dissolve to a beach. And everywhere seems to be.
We turned the dial, we heard the news and laughed, we don't know why. We drank the wine and spoke of times we knew of days gone by. We flicked through photographs we had, somehow they made us sad.
I found the bones of all your ghosts. Locked in the wishing well. While bird song gourmets dragged empty nets. I slumbered in my shell. In mitternacht, die mensch-maschine.
Give us this day all that you showed me. The power and the glory. 'Til my kingdom comes. . Give us this day all that you showed me. The power and the glory.
I, I'm moving through time. Being human by design. Life. Unfulfilled but divine. Never ending. How could I be so blind?. What is this world. Doing to me?.
I was young and not deceived then. I believed in the heart of the country. How the words sound, how the truth lies. I was moved by the heart of the country.
Somehow we drifted off too far. Communicate like distant stars. Splintered voices down the phone. The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no. Someone waits behind the door.
Somehow we drifted off too far. Communicate like distant stars. Splintered voices down the phone. The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no. Someone waits behind the door.
Sometimes I find I drift away. Behind a distant smile. Light years ago I think someone spoke. Quizzical glances behind cigarette smoke. She drew the curtains at the end of the day.
Your picture of yourself is a media myth. Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff. Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover. While we masturbated on a magazine cover.
Dancing with tears in my eyes. Weeping for the memory of a life gone by. Dancing with tears in my eyes. Living out a memory of a love that died. . It's five and I'm driving home again.
[Chorus]. Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm in the air. . Stranger to stranger. We're both dressed for danger. Something is generating here.
Running down an empty street. Perhaps it was a railway station. Smell of ??? cologne. The sound of a celebration. . [Chorus]. Oh-oh-oh dislocation. Oh-oh-oh dislocation.
Thought I'd take the slide. I thought I'd be alright. But when the details swam. Oh no, the door got jammed. Someone took the hand. And we were out slow dancing.
[Chorus:]. See the man on the 'phone,. With a gun in his hand,. Sipping courage from a crystal cup.. He's a man in the wrong,. With a gun at his head,.
The lights went out (The last fuse blew).. The clocks all stopped (It can't be true).. The program's wrong (What can we do?).. The printout's blocked (It relied on you)..