She sits alone. In her fantasy. Her lover she. Can never touch. Just a black rose. In a basement. She's looking. Lookin for a crutch. . Running up and down the stairs.
one two one two. if i only knew what to do. 'cause too much is killing me, yeah. but i never could get enough, yeah. . one two one two. if i only ever had a clue.
I ain't got no money. And I don't have a clue. Ain't got no castle. Or room with a view. But all my love I share with you. . I can't get no credit. For a gaultier dress.
i guess i'll be okay. a fragile smile, an old cliche. few hours to enjoy every day. tomorrow'll be the same. a fragile smile, a touch of fame. but i don't want to be part of this game.
What a beautiful day. We swin in deep waters. And get lost on the way. . There ain't much to say. Out here in nowhere. On a day like today. We drift far away.
Waiting for the funeral and its march. You've been gallantly holding the torch. Don't you worry baby it means so much. To everyone in contact with your touch.
I felt this target, you say you never held a whip. But it looks so cool in your grip. Ah, now I could never live without you. That's what you'd like to send them an unwritten script.
Grab some grapes and leaves, man. You can never tell. When you'll have to change your face. And hide your trophies well. . Comin down the mountain. Or goin to your home.
I was the cleaning man. I was the cleaning man. Listened to the radio play 'Cowgirl in the Sand'. When I was the cleaning man. . I was the cleaning man.
Top of the holly jolly. My holy collar is falling off. Part of the incantation. A love invasion of many parts. . All parts of me love you in your leotard.
Never thought I'd find you but you were right here all along. I hold onto this moment now, now before it's gone. And it feels like treading water, I'm as weak as I am blind.
In time I've been doing fine when I'm on the radio. I thought a lot today, I turn it down and it's in my way. And it's fine to realize that you're mine when it's everything I know.
I AM A CHORUS OF THE VOICES. THAT GATHER UP THE MAGNETS. SET BEFORE ME. I ATTRACT YOU AND REPEL YOU. A SCIENCE OF THE HEART. AND BLOOD AND MEANING. THE COLDNESS OF MOST BEAUTIES.
If I pump out blood in the sunshine. Oil on the wheel. That is blasted and busted away. A nail or a little piece of glass. A little piece of glass. A little piece of glass.
Im built like you are. I have a dress and a train. Your snake cold lips. Make a harsh straight line. That echoes through my brain. Youre perfect. Let me lift a glass high.
Little dog can't get in. Moaning at the bed side. Moaning from each limb. . Little dog who can't get in. Can only cry but. Can not swim. . Pony legs, little trot.
Would you come to me. If I was half drowning. An arm above the last wave. Would you come to me. Would you pull me up. Would the effort really hurt you.
One...Two...Three.... . You can't put a butterfly in a jar.. Guess that is who am I, no matter who you are.. You can't have the moon...or the sun or that stars..
"Frustration. In my lexicon of hate. I see you with your portraiture. Does he love you?. Does he love you too?. . The brush strokes. Kiss your breasts and toes.
You don't actually care. Love for you is no beginning. You're not really there. Hallucination. I thought you were listening. Hallucination. I thought you were listening.