Pictures of your vanity are thrown about. The house in which we live. And being part of growing older. Seems a good idea until we live. . So wrapping in your winter time.
Like the sound of tapping from a sinking ship. I never thought we'd come to this such a calm and silent scene. With the shots still ringing in my ears so clearly now.
Everyday I see a new cloud coming. There's one more hole in space. Everytime I walk across the street. I feel the gas blowing in my face. We never learn even deserts burn.
I found your letters. As I would pack. Twelve years of memories. So neatly stacked. I thought I did what I was supposed to do. But I forgot about you.
Bitches crystal. Knows how you. Twist all the lines. . Fortune teller. Future seller. Of time. . Tortured spirits cry. Fear is in their eyes. Ghostly images die.
On a night when. Every line is a curse. I thought I'd save you. I keep making it worse. . I would give everything I own. For what it takes. I would give everything I own.
Is the ghost, not the shadow. Is the host, not the echo. Is the view from the window like before?. . Well, we blame time when he forgets. All the lies that we trusted.
It's the way I feel, it's the way I feel. I'm in yer hand do as we planned. Show me the way you kneel. Don't you kneel, it's the way I feel. . Hungry for thirst, full fit to burst give me a go at the wheel.
When I was, oh, just nineteen. Fell in love, I didn't know what it means. To be good to someone else. To build a world bigger than myself. . So learned it, yeah, I learned it.
(keith emerson/greg lake). . I was walking on this station. I could see somebody lying on a chair. I went over to him. I said, hey man, what are you doing there.
I saw you sing out your praise. Come on and lay. The sunshine of my life's been burned. And I didn't see the way. . Swallow down your pride. It's wrong and I'll help you hide.
If you're reading this then I'm long gone. Wish I'd had the strength to prove you wrong. But instead I broke your heart of glass. Some things I guess you can't get....
Benny was the bouncer at the Palais de Dance. He'd slash his granny's face up, given half a chance. Hed sell you back the pieces, all for less than half a quid.
I believe. I made my point: we think too differently. it seems, to me,. that you and me,. We spend our lives on different frequencies,. We can't agree..
Clear the battlefield and let me see. All the profit from our victory.. You talk of freedom, starving children fall.. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?.
How I love to be the chain. How I love to say your name. How I wanna be the one you run to. How I wanna see this through. . How I love to be the risk.
How did I become responsible. Without ever taking responsibility. How did we become so ugly. Without ever changing anything. . How do we get to be so ordinary.
There's gotta be something. Worth having, worth all this. In my life at last one thing. That I can go along with. . I lost half of what I could have been.
I used to be so beautiful. I used to build with my own hands. But I sold it away. I sold it away. . I used to know the taste of tears. I've found a way to sell my fears.