I was making my way through the wasteland. The road into town passes through. I was changing the radio stations. With my mind on you. Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma".
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.. You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity.. . Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape..
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom. Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run. Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk.
On the platform of an old railway station I enter a dream. And a couple is saying goodbye through the noise and the steam But it's just Brief Encounter my mind is trying to rerun.
And in the last days of the world of plastic records. He takes the car into town. He hears the voices of salvation through the static. Just turns the volume down.
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan. Carried along by their call. Seeking for a way to enlighten. Searching for the sense of it all. . Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars.
The stranger comes to town. He is greeted like a prince. Society declares him wise and funny. Celebrities are only decorations in this place. What really matters here is old money.
After these processions comes the sweeping up. The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup. The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain. The angry crowd retreats, but theyll be back again.
The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets. As I kicked my feet through the snowy world. And in that land there I held the hand of my. Scandinavian girl.
So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves once again,. for the storm approaching is those who long before huddled in caves from. the rain..
You always were a city kid though you were country raised. And back in some forgotten time we shared the cold north days. But the simple life was not your style, and you just had to escape.
We met on the beach amid rumours of war. Your head in your hand, what you saw you won't say. As the newspapers blew in the wind. I can see you're one of that kind.
We met on the beach amid rumours of war,. your hair in your hand, what you saw you won't say. as the newspapers blew in the wind.. . I can see you're one of that kind.
Before the phone hits the receiver. You're halfway to the door. The voice said 'get out while you can,. There's just 1O minutes, nothing more'. . Time only for the essentials.
I sent my majordomo to your amanuensis. To ascertain your feelings, and strip away pretenses. And then a few days later, you sent back your vizier. And though he spoke quite courtesously.
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn. Moving in lines through the day. Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay. Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came.
On a night just like this, in a place far away. He met with a giri in the spring. And something about him just turned her around. As though she were caught on a string.
Upon this day, if all else fails. It seems we'll have to face the truth. I believe for my part in this thing. I really did love you.. . What you loved was love itself.
I'm hiding in a rain barrel. Inside these consul walls,. This shaft of light is so narrow. I can't see much at all,. Outside I hear the feet running. Voices all around,.
Born in England's pleasant green. Like a picture postcard scene. To childhood spread with fond maternal care. From the day that he was born. Proud relations came to fawn.