Tell me how long's the train been gone?. Tell me how long's the train been gone?. And was she there?. And was she there?. Tell me how long's the train been gone?.
I found her on a night of fire and noise. Wild bells rang in a wild sky. I knew from that moment on. I'll love her till the day that I died. And I kissed away a thousand tears.
Sunday morning, skeleton tree. Oh, nothing is for free. In the window, a candle. Well, maybe you can see. Fallen leaves thrown across the sky. A jittery TV.
Upside down and inside out and on all eights. You're like a funnel-web. Like a black fly on the ceiling. Skinny, white haunches high in the sky. And a black oily gash crawling backwards across the carpet to smash all over everything.
You fell from the sky. Crash landed in a field. Near the river Adur. Flowers spring from the ground. Lambs burst from the wombs of their mothers. In a hole beneath the bridge.
Mostly I never knew which way was out. Once it was on, it was on and that was that. The umbilicus was a force that they'd found in rabid blood. Then I spin on my wheel like a laboratory rat.
Let us go now, my one true love. Call the gasman, cut the power out. We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies. Watch the sun, watch it rising in your eyes.
Some go and some stay behind. Some never move at all. Girl in amber trapped forever, spinning down the hall. Let no part of her go unremembered, clothes across the floor.
When you're feeling like a lover. Nothing really matters anymore. I saw you standing there in the supermarket. With your red dressing falling and your eyes are to the ground.
I found her on a night of fire and noise. Wild bells rang in a wild sky. I knew from that moment on. I'll love her till the day that I died. And I kissed away a thousand tears.
All the fine winds gone. And this sweet world is so much older. Animals pull the night around their shoulders. Flowers fall to their naked knees. Here I come now, here I come.
Well, she sat in a wicker chair. Her eyes, they were downcast. She breathed in the future. By breathing out the past. . The die is done, the die is shook.
When you're sad and when you're lonely. And you haven't got a friend. Just remember that death is not the end. . And all that you held sacred. Falls down and does not mend.
As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk. The tide of public opinion had started to abate. The neighbors, bless them, had turned out to be all talk.
Crow jane crow jane crow jane. Horrors in her head. That her tongue dare not name. She lives alone by the river. The rolling rivers of pain. Crow jane crow jane.
Christina the astonishing. Lived a long time ago. She was stricken with a seizure. At the age of twenty-two. They took her body in a coffin. To a tiny church in liege.
Up those stone steps I climb. Hail this joyful day's return. Into it's great shadowed vault I go. Hail the pentecostal morn. . The reading is from luke 24.
Brother, my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny. For to buy no more whiskey. I have to go home. . Oh brother, my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny.
I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. . I saw her standing. Standing by the water. She was naked.
This garden that I built for you. That you sit in now and yearn. I will never leave it, dear. I could not bear to return. And find it all untended. With the trees all bended low.