I've been mistreated, I've been abused.. I've been struck downhearted, baby, I've been confused. 'cause I know, yes, I know I've been mistreated.. Since my baby left me I've been losing my mind, you know I have..
Beginning here, beginning now. I've no intentions of condemning all the minutes of my hours. To what I call a life of crime. I'm warning you be on your guard.
You're wearing grey today, you're from Berlin I'd say. You're a model. Can I be blue for you, like I'm in fashion too?. See me wobble. We'll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels.
Rose and Cross - so is the battle lost?. Is there now no time to jive?. Rose and Cross - you know the price it's cost?. But the hope is still, the hope is still alive.
As I walk this land with broken dreams. I have visions of many things.. Love's happiness is just an illusion filled with sadness and confusion.. What becomes of the brokenhearted who had love that's now departed?.
Heaven is calling to me. I gotta run now the feeling is right. A fireball is rising inside me. It's something I didn't anticipate. Something is happening to me.
Gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures. Me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders. Like a peppermint eaten away. (will fight, will I swagger or sway? ).
Shall I begin from here to tell everything ?. Relinquish honour in order to make it ring ?. You'd have to give me your promise. You won't expect too much from this.
No more selvedge, there's no more still left. No more champagne please and no more delights. No more attacks 'till we've buried the dead. No more magnificent testimonies, paper phonies.
I know what I mean 'til you ask me. I know what I want to do with you. I know what I mean 'til you ask me. Coming off when you know what I want to do.
It was just like a dream, yeah, a surreal scene, like a blue orange. I thought my senses had gone, like I was writing a song about a foot-long. Syringe.
In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again?. For now I find. The phantom of the opera is there.
Darkness is a message on the sea. Light is like a life to the men below. And when your beam is shone on me. I get a magic glow. Could it be the light that's in you?.
European Maids, hard to ignore. You, me and the boys, barred from the shore. Fresh-faced imbeciles, laughing at me. I've been laughing myself, is that so hard to see?.
Flicking through her horoscope. She's entranced by the message. Moved like an innocent child. She's not content to sell her dream. In a picture-frame of despair.
With the sky caving in and the world falling out. Hope seems a stranger, shackled in doubt. I feel I'm entitled - in no way obliged-. To save you from drowning.
Anxious mother pleads, come home, dino. I can't believe that's my boy they're talking about. His dreams are in his motor-cycle. Swears he's gonna sort 'em out.
Pop paper people printing "rebel insane". They in my head and digging into my brain. I need umbrella to keep out the rain. I can't hope to keep the pace I have made.
Seeing you re is such a good thing. Now can say the things I've waited to say. Of how I fear your life is wasting away. Losing a friend is such a sad thing.
The ship was sailing through a tempest of fear. There was lightning and explosions galore. And the waves came whooshing and crashing and boy!. It was panic as we swam for the shore.