Detective is flat. No longer is always flat out. Got the number of the getaway car. Didn't get very far. . As lucid as hell. These images moving so fast.
He imagines the world. As the angel ascending. Like the ghost of a man. Who is tied up to the chair. . And he tries to believe. That his life has a meaning.
It never used to be that bad. But neither was it great. Somewhere in the middle then. Content and much too safe. Oh tell me please. Why it takes so long.
Sweet madness it must be wrong. What kind of fool imagines love. With all this going on. Stars burning in the empty sky. And the city is a flame. With a million lights.
You're not the girl you think you are. they're not his shoes under your bed. he'll take you places in his car. that you won't forget (no). And all the people that you know.
Don't stand around. Like friends at a funeral. Eyes to the ground. It could've been you. And why do you weep. For the passing of ages?. You slip with the back of your hand, you're taking it out on the one you love.
Down on the ocean floor. That's where I'm heading for. Hold on to a sinking stone. Until the worst is known.. . Nobody wants to think about it. Nobody wants to talk about it.
My life is a house. You crawl through the window. Slip across the floor and into the reception room. You enter the place of endless persuasion. Like a knock on the door when there is ten or more things to do.
My telly's gone bung. What am I to do about the ABC. My telly's gone bung. What am I to do about my predicament. My telly's gone bung. I plugged it it in and it turned me off again.
I'd much rather have a caravan in the hills. Than a mansion in the slums. I'd much rather have a caravan in the hills. Than a mansion in the slums. When the taste of success only lasts you.
She came all the way from America. She had a blind date with destiny. And the sound of Te Awamutu. Had a truly sacred ring. Now her parents. Are divorced.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you..
There's closets in my head where dirty things are kept. That never see the light of day. I want to drag them out, go for a walk. Just to see the look that's on your face.
Seal my fate. I get your tongue in the mail. No one is wise. Until they see how it lies. Love this life. Don't wait 'til the next one comes. Gonna pedal my faith.
Saw my life go flashing past. In the eyes of a faithful friend. . Four legs, for life. And the screeching tires never seemed to end. . I will change if Lester lives.
I've been locked out, I've been locked in. But I always seem to come back again. When you're in that room, oh what do you do?. I know that I will have you in the end.
It was typical of you. To give it to me plain. The sign on your door. Said make your mind up or go away. It was difficult for me. To figure you out. Left hand.
(I pick you). (Forgive me). . Kill eye tumbling come out of the sky. Kill eye, a fiery retreat from the stars. Kill eye, he came clambering over the wall.
I was standing on a wave, then I made the drop. I was lying in a cave in the solid rock. I was feeling pretty brave 'til the lights went off. . Sleep by no means comes too soon.
I bring you plates from rome. You say they look fantastic. I say we're having fun. Nothing like that italian plastic. . I bring you rocks and flowers.