Waiting on the phone to ring and wake us up again. Lost inside a dream with halls that never seem to end. Falling from the ceiling, I keep crawling on the floor.
I don't feel fear or panic. And nothing brings me down. I'm an aerospaceage warrior. . I can fly sideways through sound. My reflexes and reactions. Are as fast as a machine.
(Robert DeLong). People don't know what they mean when they talk. When they hear a sentence they hear a ghost of a thought. When they end it does it feel right?.
The digital read-out of the fuel and the pressure. The flickering needle of time overloading. The glare of the headlights reverts in the distance. . The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night.
Wanted it to. Feel the same way. As the first time. As the first time. . But the feeling. Slipped away. To red green blue. And then I saw you. . In the airport.
All good things must end. The straightest rose will bend. Its colours droop and wilt. Just like a love affair. . The Pink Sensation fades. The Sterling Silver fades.
Late in the night he woke to a phone call.. They'd found a device and it was unstable.. They'd thrown a cordon and evacuated.. The cool courage of bomb squad officers.
A flight of steel eagles tearing by. The ripped silk screaming of the rended sky. Flame on through sound and make time fly. . What a good way to go. What a good way to go.
Why do you always have to make me explain?. Go over everything time, time and again. You go around with your mind in a sling. Even when I tell you it did not mean a thing.
He went to work. Went on with a Thompson gun. Ten magazines and his case weighed a ton. Booked a hotel room with a view of the street. And a speakeasy bar room where the hoodlums all meet.
There's a convoy coming:. Carrying a load of coal.. All we've got is banners,. On a six-foot pole.. I said: slow down brother,. You ain't driving in here..
As her car pulls out the driveway. And she don't wave goodbye. Her last words echo in my mind. Listen honey, I gotta get away. . I'm standing here watching her tail lights.
She was talking about the world situation. She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool. I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation. And the Ayatollah's rule.
They said Ned Ludd was an idiot boy. Ned Ludd, Ned, Ned Ludd. That all he could do was wreck and destroy. Ned Ludd, Ned, Ned Ludd. Ned Ludd had Japanese eyes.
Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree. Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury. And when he whispers commands in his megaphone. They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone.