We don't exist. We eat our time. We don't resist. It's not alright. . What I want out of this. What I need out of this. Cayenne. . We don't exist. Night after night.
These peaches taste alright. My favorite every night. I'm seasick. I'm seasick. . You don't know. It's part of the way they are. You don't feel. It's part of the way they are.
Vultures circle the sky. Burning the ground from on high. . Chorus:. Maybe I've been wasted. and maybe I'm amused. but mostly this just seems like a whole lot to lose.
Mother master, some things must be. Plastic master, this is for free. You give off a dark seems larger than life. Violet eyes. . Plastic master, smoke drifts from a rose.
Little dirty distraction. Little lovey low. Little monkey attraction. Just about to explode. . Lights go up, lights go down. Thoughts start to corrode.
As I'm lying there. Cold comforts blown from nowhere. And blue light is on the ground. . And the coloring is changing. Reflecting everything. From cold mirrors all around.
A long time ago. I turned to myself and said. "You are my daughter". . I saw that image. I saw there was well. . Well, then maybe we've got. Something to talk about.
They are not stars burning in the sky at night. No, no, they're candles in astro-flight. They are not men walking on the streets below. What are they really nobody knows.
Two rivers rolling by. Two waters side by side. Never touching, they remain. Two rivers never meet. . When they meet the waters change. Two waters, one name.
Nowhere an hour is the speed that I fly. Greeted by vapors when I do arrive. Don't mind my story. It'll only drag you down. . In a one trick town. One sick clown.
Around here, it's all the same. I said, it's all the same. When drops of sunshine. Start to turn to rain. I said, it's all the same. . They don't know what to call it.
You could start living. In my eyes too long. Anywhere, all and ever to no one. . And they say there's a tiny kingdom. Not too far away. And they rate all the plastering.
Can't feel the time, the world has always seen a change. This song is my only one, it's a long and lonely one. And I write another one but this song is never done.
On this day we were miles away, we saw a clock up in the sky. The hands lay on the show to pay, number fallen on its side. This day. . Just one note that was all she wrote and the sound blew down the walls.
Shadowed is the game. Rodent be thy claim. Any open door. Leads to instant things. . Make me go away. Take me to a place. Do some things to me. Make me go away.
Doesn't it blow so cold and lonely. Oh, and it's blowin your way. Thunder roars, the clouds are reeling. A thousand shades of gray. And it falls you see it all.
It's the shadow in the dark. The silver in the park. It's the broken, faded bird. You've learned to call your heart. . It's hotter than you can seek. Plainer than you or me.
I don't think too clearly on matters sincerely. And matters sincerely seem cloudy at best. There's debate about the mascot for a building in the neighborhood.
This is the story of the history of night. From the beginnin' it has never seen the light. It takes a while to never understand. And holds the gift of darkness in it's hand.
Four sides of curves. You call it round. It's saying nothing. Doesn't make a sound. Doesn't lift a finger. But it's working all the time. Got to know it well.