I didn't want to see you. Not when you're at your best. And talk about the weather. I couldn't pass the test. . So many things I do, so many things I say.
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Let me take you with me to city by the sea. The night is just falling, there's people on the street. He's standing at the station prepared to leave the town.
This is the room. This is the wall. This is the body. I've been hoping for. These are the words. I've been longing just to say. . So this is my goal. The aim of my life.
The Pacific Age. Is growing strong. It's arm's embrace witth a killing grace. It shakes your hand as it takes your place. . The modern age. Like a slow revenge.
Well we know where the true one lies. And you can't say it's our imagination. Just because we cannot find the proof. . We've shared this thought for some considerable time.
In ecstasy they cry to know. If their parents love will let them grow. Their mother's pridetheir father's joy. We thank the stars that they're not boys.
There's a painting on the wall. That wasn't there at all. Ten minutes ago. There's a girl who walks the line. She's with you all the time. She won't let go.
My mind is made up, I'm changing faster. Your mind is made up, avoiding worries. My old image is set to fade away. Forget the talking. Forget the actions.
Those girls are laughing now. They take my breath away. And all these dreams I'ce had. Come back to me. . The light is never on. They haven't fixed it yet.
Like a bullet from a gun it will run. Like an arrow from bow to you. Like a speeding train on wheels of steel. It will come to you. . Like halo on a stone it will fall.
This is where we start. This now take our hearts. Away. . Thus we reach the end. The beginning and the end. You see. I could not try. And here you and I.
I've got a telegraph. In my hand. Words on paper. Written in sand. . We've got telegraph (we've got telegraph). Right across this land (all across this land).
NO NO NO. Tesla Girls Tesla Girls. Testing out theories. Electric Chairs and dynamos. Dressed to kill They're killing me. But Heaven knows their recipe.
Sunday morning. Brings the dawn in. It's just a restless feeling. By my side. . Early dawning. Sunday morning. It's all the wasted years. So close behind.
Talking loud and clear. Saying just what we feel. Lying in the grass. With the sun on our backs. It doesn't really matter. What we do or what we say. With every little movement.
Eternally. This field remains. Stanlow. . No heart or head or mind. No season could erase. We set you down. To care for us. Stanlow. . A vision fading fast.
The way you moved. I can't explain. The mood subsides. And grows again. I've lived alone. I've held a hand. I've tried to care. And understand. . What is faith.
The speed of light slows down. As the feather hits the ground. And if nothing else gets proved. It's always faster than it sounds. . A star that shines so bright.
We always stick together. Like we're something made of glue. And justify the passion. Saying one is more than two. . But if you don't believe the words.