Said all these people, they won't leave me alone. And we need little time to ourselves. And half the reasons why, I'm sketching all the time. The result of a life in hell, but oh well, I think it's time.
Liberty. Society. Sew gather crowd. Everything is allowed. It tickles. You just want to play. But soon it plays with you. You want to leave but you stay.
knocking on another door. we're knocking on another door. so you said you wanted to SHOW me your world. and now here we are. i've seen it all before. you said if you opened the door.
Three is a magic number. Ya it is, it's a magic number. Somewhere in that ancient mystic trinity. You'll get three. As a magic number. The past, the present, the future,.
I answer with a restless ok but I'm about to blow when you're gone. It's the first morning stream of pure light that makes me rather swim with the sharks.
Snow flakes rolling over my ear. Goose bumping liver. If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning. Pink dot will deliver. . And I'm oh so tired of you. Pushing that thorny crown.
Out here in nothin' engulfed by the sea. And there's no one here 'cept these fishes and me. I think I could die here. . Then I'm hit, leveled hard by the rising tide.
When I'm feeling low I consult my friends. When I get depressed, contemplate the end. When I don't know right, I see the light. When I see the light, it's far too bright.
Come down from the ceiling. Oh, these pills were made for feeling. Oh, so divine. . I've got a lump in my throat. Oh, so I'll keep hold of hope. Oh yeah.
Start the motor let the engine spin. Give it fuel so it can't stop within. Precious harmony I say. Won't you open the door. Let me in let me stay. In your arms under your wing.
Big stretch and not much sleep. With a big palm tree rubbin' against my cheek. I got a bright blue Saturday. And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me.
I'm waiting for You. Until you give my spirit wings. I'm waiting for You. Until winter breaks into spring. . In the air of truth I held up my bruised spirit.
i inhale take it in the hate the anger. it clouds my thinking it pulls me under. further further my eyes lose sight. my ears grow deaf my mouth is gagged.
Big stretch and not much sleep. I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek. And it's a bright blue Saturday. And the rummage sells the rubbish to me.
[Note: words in () are sung by Billy]. . You and me we should get out of this town tonight. Cause everywhere I put my foot down. It's just another concrete block waiting for me.
Big stretch and not much sleep. I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek. And it's a bright blue Saturday. And the rummage sells the rubbish to me.
As if I could. Arm Wrestle with a slit wrist. You better save me from myself. My words are a fist. I'm so through with me fighting for You. You better Save me from myself.
It's the smallest things. That have a tendency to hurt for the longest time. It's like you found a way inside. . But this time I'm not going to follow you down.
The clothesline of cold eyes. Is washing away the face before. Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone. You gotta do your best to decorate this dying day, this dying day.
How come, girl was there when I needed one. How come, girl was there when the song is done. Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light. Okay, open my hart and never lie.