Her Mystery

Candles dance. Her softened cue. She returns. Then goes away. Brings you her magic. And brings you her key. Leaves you to wonder. Her mystery. Yet she contends.

Heaven Knows The Way

Standing outside. Looking inside. Through the wall. I stumbled sagely. I predicted my own fall. She pretends. That she can't hear me. When I call. I'm feeling low and....

Goodbye

Can you still taste. that last goodbye?. Like blood and old perfume. It haunts you. It won't go away. . And while it lingers. On your tongue. You let the faucet run.

Figi Fandango

(Carr). . I sailed out to sea with Figi Fandango. She looked so good to me with her hair up in tangles.. Figi never lived a life of royalty she had other dreams.

Ereht

Od yeht. Litnu. Pots t'now I tub. Tuo nur tsuj srebmun eht lit'. Hgih os tnuoc ylno nac I. Won reh ot dneirf doog a eb. Reh rof tiaw I tsum gnol woh. Esaelp em llet.

Down

My fate is now complete. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. she's crying in her sleep;. in her dreams she hears the sound of marching feet.. I'm laying in my bed.

Dancing On The Sun

Have you never noticed. That we're dancing, dancing,. Dancing on the sun?. That's why we're moving so fast. It gets rather warm. Seasons come and go. But we keep dancing.

Be The Show

You don't know me. You don't care. Mary, my hope. My own sweet sister knows me. You don't owe me. But you should share. Just before dawn. The spotlight's on the lawn.

...but I'm Dying

I'm tired of living in your constellation. Most of your friends, they still don't know my name. I've never been good at orbiting. And everything you say is Greek to me.

Younger Generation

Start to moan when there's nothing to do. Scream and bawl when there's nothing to do at all. Wanna go out but there's nowhere to go. Live our lives before we get too old, you know.

Who Spilt My Beer

Walked in the pub, ordered a pint. Put it on the table, oh, oh, oh, oh. Put it on the table, sat alone for an hour or more. So I talked to Mabel, oh, oh, oh, oh, poor Mabel.

What Am I To Do

Deep dark eyes. That don't quite focus. Like it could be hocus pocus. Flowered clothes in unique style. Intriguing words that beguile. She is sexy in a way.

We Looked Back

We started playing at seventeen. Another part of a bigger scene. We used to wear a shirt back then. Said fuck you man we don't care. . We looked back.

Walk On

Viva La Revolution

Into the dungeon with evil men. The people have risen we're free again. . Come out of the closet. Come out of the hole. Come out of the woodwork. Come into the fold.

Two Timing Me

I heard it from a friend. A friend of mine. Could it be the end. The end of time. Maybe it's just. Just pretend. I don't know. True love comes once in life.

Troubadour

I wonder all over. I wonder alone. Adventure, romance. Many I've known. . I'm just a Troubadour. I'm in love with you. I traveled the world. Seen all the girls.

Too Young

Too young to smoke. Too young to drink. Too young to do most, anything. . Too young to laugh. Too young to cry. Too young to live. And too, too young to die.

Too Much Of A Good Thing

This Week

Monday morning got that feeling. Tuesday better be more revealing. Wednesday halfway there. Thursday we get paid. . Friday, another boring day. Saturday no work, we play.