If the world did end. Would you be my apocalyptic friend?. Until tomorrow then. If the skies did fall. Would you pick up my last call?. Until tomorrow then.
I feel so far away from love. 'Cause I can never get enough. Like the kid with his hand in the highest jar. And if I came back from the grave for a while.
On a summer night I took a walk. Out in the fields where the grass snakes hide. Six years old, tall as a chair. Found the trapdoor hidden from sight. .
Well what starts as a warm breeze turns into something more. Like the lightning that burns down houses. Or the wind that blows down doors. Oh I see it in the distance.
Oh, to have a pristine claw. These hands are old and sore. The knuckles they ache, the bones they do break. Oh, to have a youthful frown. Bleed on the surgeon's gown.
The music box. Is all that's left in the empty house. Must've left it when they moved out. In a hurry to flee the town. Armoured tanks. Broke through all of the soldier's ranks.
Found his memoirs in an old junk shop. Dated from 1916. Sentenced to death while still shell-shocked. For deserting the infantry. Blindfold on and one step back.
I've been disguised by sunken eye. I sleep in cars and shout at stars. The killer said I'm not quite dead. ? replied then I must hide. . Please don't say I'm stuck in wood,.
Little girl don't be sad I've set your eyes on fire. Don't say I'm a liar that I don't love you. Something has brought me down but I won't give up hope.
I'm thirsty for good old-fashioned brawl. There are many voices that are never heard at all. Mozart died a pauper, but he didn't go in vain. Take solace in his knowledge of the cusp & the wane.
She's moving like a forest fire. Leaving no part unscathed. Too young to be as jaded as I am. But old enough to feel the strain. I hope that I can hold on to.
Deliciously. I drink up all your tears. On a piano out of tune. I sit and persevere. . Deliriously. I eat up all your words. And jumble them around. 'Til they become absurd.
Spider has eight legs you know. Spins its web the patterns flow. . There's something in my eye. Bloodshot in disguise. God knows I really tried. Making the big time.
Sister Renee, the jack of all trades. Don't put that hatchet in my back, in my back. Watch myself fade on the bed that was made. Not by Nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you.
Well I burnt all my travelers checks. Just to show you my respect. Then I hung myself out to dry. And you looked at me and asked me why. . So I said I don't mind if I lose.
Let's move away together,. Go interplanetary. Maybe in Chinese weather,. Where it's sanitary. . I'll go out trawler fishing,. Yeah we'll have tuna steak.
Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail. Trapped in the harbour when the ship set sail. Boy you're one card short of the pack. Begging for your baby to take you back.
Scatterbraine, they smoked you out of the foxhole. Scatterbraine, you act like a priest in a brothel. Naïve charm, the idiot boy from the farm. Father tried to save you with prayers and psalms.
I'm the hunter who's killed by his dog. I'm the statue burnt down into lead. I'm the problem you don't want to solve. I'm the lover who dies in his bed.
To the Marxists and the police. To the junkies in the streets. To the gangsters in our towns. And the others underground. To the prostitutes and whores.