I was born with trust. That didn't survive the white noise of the lies. The white heat of injustice has taken my eyes. . I just wanna get high. . I am the great collector.
Best intentions bring joyless droughts. Pack your hacksaw come push me out. When your dentures prevent your smile. These adventures will fill your eyes.
What time do you call this?. What time do you call this?. What time do you call this?. What time do you call this?. . What time do you call this?. I've been craving to wilder on my days.
A freeze of you. Is with me now. A freeze of you. With knitted brow. A freeze of you. Asking how I could. . A fury climb. To prove myself. A fury climb.
Are we having the time of our lives?. Are we having the time of our lives?. Are we coming across clear?. Are we coming across fine?. Are we part of the plan here?.
This blue world and its countless sisters. And all that came before that day. Our atoms straining to a line. Was the universe in rehearsal for us?. . When all the world is sucking on it's sleeve.
Holy Bravado. Tinsel Mikado. Waving from windows. Nobody you know. . I needed to see you. Remember the feeling. Strange what the sun through the trees through the window.
On this coldest of January nights. We drive out past the runway and watch the planes go flying by. The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors of your eyes.
I walked with the river in kind of a dream. Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me. To the clamour of rushes and deeply barren trees. A drunk making blossom, the blush to be seen.
I can't undo the day. It won't go, won't go under the rug. I pull out the stops. And you, you pull the plug. . These are sober days and I know it can't be.
I throw this to the wind. But what if I was right. Well, did you trust your noble dreams. And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night?. The night will always win.
Got to get out of TV. Just pick a point and go. The ticker tape tangles my feet. As I search for a face that I know. . Come on, tower crane driver. There's not so far to go.
The times they are a changing back. You know the heat is rising. I heard a million knuckles crack. Is it so surprising?. . I'm so sick of waiting. And I know you feel the same.
The fix is in. There's a nag gonna dance home at Epsom. The fix is in. Can't wait to see how it upsets them. . Too many times we've been postally pipped.
All my saints have taken bribes. Singing, "Going, going, gone.". All the angels taken dives. Leaving you the only one. . If I loose a sequin here and there.
Paper cup of a boat. Heaving chest of the sea. Carry both of us. Carry her, carry me. . From the place we were born. To the land of the free. Carry both of us.
So I'm there,. Charging around with a juggernaut brow. Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make. Cramming commitments like cats in a sack. Telephone burn and a purposeful gait.
The birds are the keepers of our secret. As they saw us where we lay. In the deepest grass of springtime. In a reckless guilty haze. . And they wove a sweet indifference.
Last of the men in hats hops off the coil. And a final scene unfolds inside. Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow. Is a part replayed from a perfect day.
How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?. He'll have to go. So, too, the bunch he luncheons with. It's second on my list of things to do. . At the top is stopping by.