Well I once heard a story about a run-down home. Where a man and his thoughts lived all alone. He tried to live, no effort was shown. He's slowly finding a way back home.
Sorrow and sadness, bitterness, grief. Memories I have of you. Won't leave me in peace. My mind was running back. To the west coast of Clare. Thinking of you.
Stevie was a boy. Who turned into a man. He never had no master plan. But I knew that he could. Find right from wrong. Sing me a different song. He told me which road to take.
Pass me a drink. You say it's gonna take a while. Your consciousness sinks. Tears from a crocodile. . You're wasting your time. Giving me the speech. You try to, don't reach.
Take me with you I do declare. I love you dearly through here and there. What can I do to make you share?. What can I do to make you care?. . The world is harsh.
Oh, woah. Oh, woah mmm. Oh, woah mmm. . Come on skinny love just last the year. Pour a little salt we were never here. My my my - my my my. My my. Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
Just give me a pen and I'll write my worries. Now and again I'll try and not see that you don't care. Taking the time to taste and savour. Life's bitter wine and childish behaviour.
On Saturday I know that you're coming up to see me. When I go away things will change. And you'll never know it was easy. It won't help pretending that we'll stay close.
In shadow there lies hope. Cut tension with a knife. I find it hard to cope. Stop playing with my life. You analyse my fears. Analyse my dreams. Choke on burning tears.
You know I got to get away. To find some peace and sanity. I've been playing hide-and-seek too long. Shaking, making, everybody waking. Setting the hi-fi bleed.
Face me, are you tired of living?. Replace, she was so unforgiving. And i'm so frustrated, so dilated. And she's telling me i've wasted my time. And i'm running back like, just to face the facts right.
I'm screaming out upon my face. Followed footsteps catch my pace. Broken windows fall in place. Now shattered lovers find their place. We'd flirt. And you'd treat me like dirt.
Come on now. Dry your eyes. I'm sick of all your lies. I've grown to despise you. Already sick of what you're saying. Hoping now I'm only praying. My baby's gone away.
Now it seems I've been young, dug my hole in the ground. To me there's only up, there ain't no point in looking down. However hard I try, I only get weaker.
Come you masters of war. You that build the big guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. . You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks.
Well, I've walked this street before. And everyone's locked up their door. 'Cause they heard me coming. And I've been running. From what. I don't know if she's there.
There wasn't much left. Except for the last twenty sack. And the last twenty of my last cheque. I took a pill and went to sleep on the last step. Woke up and took it in with a half breath.
It's been a while since we were here. Been too long my fear is. Holding back the memories of your eyes. Scattered notes and broken glass you had left me.
I'm getting very edgy. Cos you're trying to take this from me. And it's something that I wanted so bad. Cos you're the definition. Of someone who has to ruin.
I'm standing on a mountain. Waiting for you to come. You were sitting counting. The days that I had gone. The note I wrote. I wrapped up in a cigarette.