At the dark end of the street. That's where we'll always meet. Hiding in the shadows where we don't belong. Standing in the darkness to hide our wrong.
Did anybody notice, over marmalade and eggs. In between the Princess' legs. What with wars and floods and beggars. Not to mention stocks and shares. Well, if you have a moment to spare.
There is a button and there's a switch. There is a needle and there's a dial. There is a lever I want to lift. And still you treat me like I'm a child.
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down. They say you only live to see the lights of town. I wasted my time when I would try, try, try. 'Cause when the lights have lost their glow, you'll cry, cry, cry.
I thought it was you and your optimist's view of the clock. And how it's always another day. Just after twelve o'clock's struck. You said "now I only want you so I don't have to promise".
I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny. And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny. Till I found there is a way of crawling to the USA.
I saw a girl who'd found her consolation. She said, "One day my prince of peace will come". . Above her head a portrait of her father. The wilted favor that he gave her still fastened to the frame.
This tattered document. A mystery you can solve. Some burnt out filament. Flies buzzing around the bulb. . Country Darkness. . He thought of traveling.
(harle/shakespeare). Come away, come away, death. And in sad cyprus let me be laid. Fie away, fie away, breath. I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with you.
Well, you know your time has come. And you're sorry for what you've done. You should've never been playing with a gun. In those complicated shadows. .
Up above me are the skies like the twinkle in your eyes. Blue must be the colour of the blues. In the mail, the letters came but you can't pay for love the same.
Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter. cutting. And as the signals took an age to change it was. easy pickings. So you go to the movies where they smash it up.
With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty. You're going off limits, going off duty. Going off the rails, going off with booty. They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types.
Tears on your blackmail. Written to ransom. A point of that fingernail. Says, he's so handsome. . Clowntime is over, time to take cover. While others just talk and talk.
She'll fix you with an iron cross. And cover you up with petals. And hang you up with some amber beads. And four or five precious metals. And in that black flamingo chair.
Tears on your blackmail. Written to ransom. A point of the fingernail. Says that he's handsome. . Clowntime is over. Time to take cover. While others just talk and talk.
Payday's coming and we wash it away. Clean money, clean money. Payday's coming and we wash it away. Clean money, clean money. That's what I want to do.
I stood at the kerb trying not to disturb. The dark carnival crew and a glittering voice. Far off there said, "Rejoice". "As the casualties are but few".
Heartache number one was when you left me. I never knew that I could hurt this way. Heartache number two was when you come back again. You came back and never meant to stay.
She stood spot lit in a plain print dress. Came howling out of the wilderness. There beat a cunning and murderous heart. Beneath that calm exterior. .