[Unverified]. . This is no town for the friendly, everyone here has a story. And in this maze of people, I lose my sense of definition. A page ripped from a book, I'm just a page ripped from a book.
Trapped. A game of roulette. A marble and wheel. Revolver and steel. While down on his luck. A grimacing drunk. He spins on his axis. On top of the table.
The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones.
Desperation takes to the streets. From out of the back of the house and into the streets. And you never know who you might meet. If he only plants one little seed.
What has become of Millicent Frastley?. Is there any hope that she is still alive?. Why haven't they found her?. It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five.
On my relative blank memory. All photographs leave scars. Of your insect inspiration. In the ice forms on my windows. . My memories here are conjured up.
Into the vigil from hiding. His exile was now almost up. Pockets were teeming with spare change. And his mind was eating it up. . He'd savored the peace that he'd had but.
Lost in a paperback rain. Picking through books that you won't read again. Keeping your promises vague. Lost in the crowd in the circus parade. . Keeping your polaroids dry.
The surgeon was at the table with his hands on a rusty saw. The better angels of our nature were standing there in awe. The sculptor danced with his statue and caressing the flaws in the bronze.
Swell surging forwards. Eroding the land. A test of your patience. A test of your hands. . The presence of angels. A pall of thick smoke. On this table spill memories.
I was thinking about my restless heart. I was thinking about my restless heart. Yeah, I don't know what for. I'm not anxious, I'm not bored. Not looking for a brand-new start.
I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless. My pulse was up my eyes were red. My visions, situations, feelings. Hung on my lips and burned me up. And 18 hours spent asleep.
When your final last exit comes home to haunt you. I'm feeling like I never felt before. I've surrounded myself with loose poets and creatures. And I feel like I don't need anything more.
Underneath the riverbed. Bury my bones in a bucket of lead. Underneath the riverbed. Bury my bones in a bucket of lead. . Took my love to the riverside, took a dip in the river.
I said to the fortune teller. Won't you please read me my cards. She laid out the deck and asked me. How I'd ever gotten this far?. I was born by the sea of misfortune.
When your radar tower's on the ground. And the dots on the screen have no meaning at all. Try to guide myself by sight and sound. But my location seems wrong.
Everything about this party's gone out. I'm out, you're out, she's out, they're out. Oh, everyone is out. I'm out, you're out. . Let's split. I'm telling you this is it, oh.