There's a line on her jeans that a ball-point made. From a careless mistake that she can't wash away. And there's a heart on her sleeve from a spill of red wine.
See those people there? They look after me. This is a photograph of who I might be. Man in a uniform, bride on his arm. Mum always was a fool for money and charm.
Drive the road to your surrender. Time comes around... out of my hands. Small boats on the beach at the dead of night. Come and go before first light.
Dressed in black, no turning back. We blanked out on the Great White Way. Fingers in desire's crack. We'd bridge and tunnel into day. Abandoned to the salt of skin.
He looked down from the airplane. A crack in the clouds opened up he saw a garden of Eden. An island in the sea. Starin at the birth of creation. The earth and the people living, growing, naturally.
When I leave you. I will leave you. Things that might not help you. Things that might. Problems that I never solved. Dreams to keep you up at night. .
I'm the man of a thousand faces. A little piece of me in every part I take. I hold the tape for a thousand races. A different point of view in every speech I make.
"The songs and the music that I portray comes from the heart, and comes from the mind. That makes it... that makes me feel that I am delivering the right information".
Staring down from this high window. At the faces in the line. Cold from hours of waiting. How many people can you love?. . When you're black and blue with bruises.
I've got a photograph. I took a picture of you. I took your picture in front of my favorite view. . You play the part so well. You look so sure and free.
A hundred nights of fun and games. A thousand empty glasses. I feel it change. And stay the same. As each day passes. . They invite me to their gatherings.
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down. And I guess you're used to having everything you want. But you know that love can be as hard as sticks and stones.
When you're driving through the city. I hope all your lights are green. And the boy you choose to live with. Well, I hope he's never mean. . When you stop a while to think.
The greatest blessing that we have. Is the dawn of each new day. A chance to finish what we started. And made a mess of yesterday. As day comes out of night.
They try to trace her in the town. Appeal for information on the local news. Someone must have missed her by now. A mother or a father or a friendly face to talk her down.
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk. Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks. They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight.
Saw you walking on your velvet lawn. Is it lonely on the moon?. You took a dive and swallowed all you could. Did you drink too much too soon?. Nothing left for you to fight about.
Turn your life upside down. Take a car into town. Wait until the world's asleep. And tear it up and never stop again. . Take a train to the sea. Stay up all night ..and be.
Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else?. I'm just checkin' out that I'm not gone under the water. Thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter.
When I was young it all seemed like a game. Living here brought no sense of shame. But now I'm older I've come to understand. Once we had houses. Once we had land.