Caught in a driving winter's rain. Two people wait for a train. They don't know where it's going to. I don't think it matters, do you?. . You don't know what life is.
Got no hands and he got no bones. Probably end up in an old man's home without that girl. Stranger than fiction that what it seems. Always says exactly what she means.
Well then I dreamed we were washed up in new guinea. Castaways on a hostile shore. Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking. The music flowing underneath your bedroom door.
Well the worm, deep down and cold. Has finally turned, burned down and sold. See the day, three more to go. Pull up it's wings and fade. And you find you're easily gone.
The day we left for January. The maelstroms lashed outside/our side [0:45]. Tore us away from the glass world obeyed/of faith [0:50]. Where the impulse engines died.
It's got a life of it's own. It's got a terrible shake. It's got the option for air. Almost a joke that I care. Almost a cloak that I wear. It's covered in dust now.
Where'd you get the stolen impression. Where'd you get the wrong direction. Where'd you get the answer where there isn't one. Where'd you get the idle nerve from.
Uncomplicated, not a reason nor a whim. Uncompared, and unprepared to start. Satisfied our living by the steel. Riding high upon your golden cart. . Oh tyrant.
I hadn't thought about Mrs. Morgan for years. Until I read in the paper that she had died. When I was a boy, Mrs. Morgan played solo. With my mother every Tuesday afternoon.
Telegram lines in meadows of junk. Jewels stay late to shake and I'll be sunk. Small eyed sellers with conquering ties. And I know those sins carry dangerous crimes.
How much do you want, how much do you want it. How much are you willing to spend. Superseded model bargain number special profit margin. How much were you willing to lend.