Time is like a bullet from behind. I run for cover just like you. Time is like a liquid in my hands. I swim for dry land just like you. . Time is like a blanket on my face.
I drank a goblet of fire.... I cut out the prophets tongue.... but still, the sun refuse refused to move.. . I tore a hole in the web of sanity.... the very fabric of life itself....
Where is the promised land?. Where is the brave new world?. . The earth is shaking. Down below our feet. We move in wonder. And we generate the beat. .
so I reach inside the raging galaxy. and grab some small glittering oddity. such a creation - so crippled and deranged. a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry.
I want to go to heaven. so I build myself a tower. a lonely pillar on the plain. for no one else but me. . I want to taste the clouds. between my sharpened teeth.
I'm a thousand people. From day to day. We are all airborne. Without ground control. I call my name. In the maelstrom. . I'm not givin' in. So don't you give in.
i have devils on my mind. and the hour's getting late. there's nothing more to have. i'm waiting for the day. the weeks are passing by. thinking of the days.
I ride the morning train. People come and go. So many different faces. As the city passes by. I watch their tired eyes. Journeys never made. Broken dreams of leaving.
Your day will come. It's catching up on you. When your race is run. Your faint-hearted faith follows through. Always, always, always. . Roll back the night.
It's not your style. to live and let live. the less that i need. the more that you give. . On a runaway train. over and over again. I'm getting used to you.
It beggars belief that she was a child once. With her heart on her sleeve, once in a while you're. Looking straight at it, and you could swear that. It's never there.
Oh brother please,. Still the guns at your side. It's only me. We got through it alive. . The more things change. The more we're turning to stone. A naked flame.
Look out now, lumpy here. With your military hands. Whatever that they told you. Oh no don't hold true. Around these lands. . There's signals in the morning.
So this is not the place. And these are not the times. I hear my bell a-tollin'. Now the stars begin to shine. Salome, Salome I.... Salome the love we made.
Pale luminescent face. Cumulescent grace now. Borne in shades of. Ruinous blue. . Thin, like the river's wrinkled skin. All the mirrors in the heavens.
You bite your lip and kinda frown. You lost the plot, the time, all kind of stormy. I see it coming, cross your brow. See the rain come raging down before me.
The way you arch your back and comb your hair. The way you only come when no-one else is there. The way you look like you might know a secret. There's not a lot I can do, it's peculiarly you.
You know, I've seen her eye to eye. I've seen her in the flesh. You could call it what you like. A mood, a hunch, a guess. . Time travels at the speed of life.
Love never listens. Life don't have the time. And it's some superstition. Ambition's bitten junkie crimes. What I'd rob from a stolen moment. I'd sell for time.