I don't want to hold my breath as long as you can. I don't want to starve to death just 'cause you can. What happens to the mountains we were gonna climb.
There's a magic drunken lord. Filled with paper dolly women. Watch it burn down. . The wine will let them speak their tongue. And they'll tell you why you're wrong.
Pass the place where they sleep. Hold my breath, my sister says to me. Grab a button, set an angel free. The notion peaks my curiosity. . She spent her life under the G R E.
Reacclimate to my surroundings. Back in a city that just seems to eat itself. All I really want to do is get back into you. No tension, no worries. But every time it comes around I find gray ways to let you down.
[Originally by Billy Bragg]. Someday boy you'll reap what you sow, you'll catch a cold and you'll be on your own and you will see that what's wrong with me, is wrong with everyone. But you want to play your little games of poetry and flowers, bitchy words and threats. You've gone to the dogs again and I'm not placing bets on you coming home tonight anything but blind. If you take me for granted that you must expect to find, surprise, surprise, Valentine's day is over, its over. Valentine's day is over, its over. If you want to talk about it well you know where the phone is. Don't come around reminding me again how brittle bone is. God didn't make you an angel, the devil made you a man. That the economy and brutality are related now I understand. I realize that as above, so below, there is no love. Valentine's day is over, its over. Valentine's day is over, its over. For the girl with the hour glass figure time runs out very fast. We used to want the same things, yeah, but that's all in the past. Lately it seems as it all gets tougher, your idea of justice just becomes rougher and rougher. Valentine's day is over, its over. Valentine's day is over, its over. Thank you for the things you got me. Thank you for the card. Thank you for the things you taught me when you hit me hard. That love between two people must be based on understanding until that's true you'll find your things stacked out on the landing, surprise, surprise. Valentine's day is over, its over. Valentine's day is over, its over. Its over..
Now that it's been a while. Somehow come back in style. You smile at me. I hear the trash collectors at night. Drunk romance, soft forgiving lights. It's all the same.
Here comes winter trial. Wishing I could remember being a child. On my knees again. Begging for Jesus or maybe an okay friend. I have been betrayed. By an anger that broke me, broke me.
Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away. Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say. Deem love unconditional but the real world don't work that way.
I can't articulate this sudden need for space. You ask me where it hurts. And the circle closes. Our demographic, digital static. Are we stillborn?. Are we still brothers?.
You're the same old bore. I know that, no need to remind me. I know from experience that nothing gold can stay. Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan.
Pull the world out from underneath you. There is no one here to greet you. Just days like snakes crawling up your leg. The work seems worthless, at least hardly worth it.
One, two, three. . Won't you let me walk you home from school?. Won't you let me meet you at the pool?. Maybe Friday I can get tickets for the dance. And I'll take you.
She's bright and you're bleak. Then she kicked you out into the street. You call her when you're weary and weak. And the coma you slip into. Will hold all this against you.
Folding love letters and carefully placing them. in a box underneath my bed. When I drink I read over them. I'm much stronger than I was when I knew her,.