Every kiss before this. Was nothing but a waste of breath. And every I love you was just a whoop-de-doo. Never knew what I missed before this. . Da, doo, doo, doo.
It takes time (here in this crazy life). To find what I've been looking for. This dream of mine (burnin' inside). Has seen its share of slammin' doors.
So what you packed up, picked up your love and left. I can pick up 50 channels on the TV set. I've got 10 toenails I can paint a nice shade of pink. But when the fun's done in a second or two.
Back before. Back in our school days. You were wild-eyed. Before the damage was done. You tasted that fear in your mouth on Sundays. But you know. You know it's not living.
Look at me I can't sleep. Alone with these secrets I keep. The walls are breathing. And I consider the casualties. . If the man that you have to be. Changes his mind over heart.
Send back the uniforms. Send back the generous Reich. . Send us back to our lives. On the waving blue wild. And remove every mark. Down to the waterline.
Ruby's got a government that rules inside her head. A third eye, a crystal ball, her mama always said. It would guide her. If she kept it inside her. .
Child: What's that?. Mother: It's your Christmas present darling.. Just open it.. Child: But I'm scared.. Mother: Just open it.. Child: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!.
The way is to climb. The way is to lie still. And let the moon do. Its work on your body. . And then to rise. Forests and oceans of lives. And through the way.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh. . He promised a night to remember. Oh, and she knows it will be. A happy little celebration. For their seventh anniversary.
The hunter's star. Burns brighter than all. Of the suns of the firmament. As through the sky he raged. With his hook and blade. And the world unmade. .
Stares all night at the plaster peeling. Off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling. Trying to find some philosophical meaning to life. . But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch.
What can I tell you?. . I wasn't anyone's son. . I jumped over mountains. I vaulted the islands. I roared through the houses. I skimmed on the oceans, alone.
I wish you lived on the corner where I live. So I could look at you all the day long. Lickety lip got me flippin' my lid, yeah. Nibblin' my thumb 'cause I want me some.
How could I have seen them. Their faces and distant lives. Shells in the ocean. . Just a mark. Laid on the map lines. To drown in the ocean's rise. Or burn in a heat wave.
I wish you lived on the corner where I live. So I could look at you all the day long. Lickety lip got me flippin' my lid, yeah. Nibblin' my thumb 'cause I want me some.
Tears in the eyes of fate,. Whisper softly silent sounds. Tears in the eyes of fate,. see a world turned upside down. . Time drifting slowly, through the eyes of the oracle.
When the rooks were laid in the piles. By the sides of the road. Crashing into the aerials. Tangled in the laundry lines. . And gathered in a field. They were burned in a feathering pyre.
My name looks unfamiliar on this barky marky sign. And the love that I've been getting', I can't really call it mine. This blacktop ribbon winds me down an unforgivin' road.
Sliver of sundown, glimmer of daylight. Running in place with trembling knees. Vision of lightning, vision of sunrise. Overlay worlds on the grid of our dreams.