What are we fighting for. What am I trying to restore by taking aim at you. It's not that I need the best. I want you to see I long to be successfully repressed.
It's time to brood. Put up the walls of sound. And practice all the finer points. Of falling down. . I'll put aside. The calculated eyes. The even tempered smile.
The evidence is on the page. Not much to show for so much rage. It makes me smile. You lost it somehow. . Solitude was your only choice. Bitterness your only voice.
I think I'll fall to pieces. If I don't find something else to do. This sadness never ceases. Oh, I'm still in love with you. . And my head, it keeps on reeling.
a safe position back against the wall. a simple shrug to shrug the questions off. there's no action. there is no reaction. coveted, i fight the consequence.
I was born at the wrong time. A child lost on the skyline. When I felt a need to change. So I looked deep within me. Somehow touched by the real me. Had to find another day.
A year now and nothing much has changed. Holed up in a motel in El Paso. This was meant to be my great escape. I got lost along the way. Amongst free HBO and take out.
Alison cries on a radio Monday. Lipstick goodbyes and a promise to call. He's in a veiled illusion. She's out of mind. They're happy ever after. And so am I.
This is called Snow Hill. . Slow days in restless rooms. A constant stream of girls in green. Toy guns for action men. On news at ten. . Cool handed candied lies.
Don't tell me what you've done. 'Cause I don't wanna know. You say, it's not so hard. Just let your conscience go. . You're flashing me that politicians grin.
So many things you said last night. In your attempt to be forthright. How certain things are meant to be. If it's of benefit to me. . This moments really celestine.
When we were burning. These stained walls would swell with passion. Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards. You'd kick out the nightlight. And let the moon bleed through the window.
Here I am I've got to make it through. Another day with confusion all around me. I'm striking out. I've got to find a way. It feels like I'm starting out on my own.
Staring up at stars. From the back seat of a stationwagon. Carving the night. Trees keep marching by. Light poles blur into a stream. Blazing laser beams.
How can I be sure. When your intrusion is my illusion?. How can I be sure. When all the time you changed my mind?. I asked for more and more. How can I be sure?.
The coast is clear, the coast is everywhere. I must have reached the end of the year. Of searching for meanings in meaning. The coast is clear. . Tides rush in.
Somewhere, sometime I became a part of you. And then in time, in time it seems like I got to heart of you. And inside my mind I could entertain. Almost anything you could throw at me.
Hey, Are you sleeping?. We've got nothing better to do. Than just lay here, together. Let it pass.... It wasn't so hard to destroy. Now its not so easy to forget.
Round we go. Living in a carnival of compromise. All we know. Is decorating flags and choosing sides. Round and round. Accusations fly. Holding ground.
And now, we proudly present. songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession,. and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again.