You've got red shoes and the sports car. You think you're really cool, I gotta say. You just don't know what games to play. You like football and play on Saturdays.
I want everything. I want everything. I want a limousine, a diamond ring. I want everything. . I wanna taste the good life. I wanna sip from the golden cup.
It's cold outside. And the paints peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside. In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. . Now the light fades out.
No suspicion. Not common sense. What is it?. Pain or memory?. Artist or fake?. No good reason to be part of it. Like open letters on the heart of it. No good person in the bar tonight.
In time, we come to see, that nothing good in life comes free. We search, sometimes we find that really special place we left in mind. But we will never know the mysteries of life, why know it will go?.
We have a random on the west side. Personality malfunction. He says I can't give you anything at all. Just a room with a bad view of you. You sent a letter to a downstat.
I'm waiting for something to come through. I'm hoping I can write a real sweet tune. No passion no warmth in these words. I'm trying but have nothing to offer.
She knows. Oh god I think she knows,. Where these words end,. And the others begin again,. She cries,. Oh god I know she cries,. Tears stain her skin,.
These days, I may not be so happy. After all, after all that I have gained. I still feel sad when I'm all alone. . I may have felt that path decay. I may not be so swift, after all.
The TV is boring me. I wish I hadn't turned it on. Lazy me. Stupid me. Not pleased to be here all alone. Richard works on the trains all day. Trying to save us some money.
I've been thinking about the simple life I'd like to have with you. We could build.... A house in the hills. A mighty place where we could stay. And my.
Well, then the man with two brains says. . "Been thinkin' 'bout the conversations, our situation. My frustration, leading to your suffocation. Feel uptight and my thoughts deranged and insane.
I don't think I'll find the love I want. The love I'm searching for in this machine. . The systems failed, all the circuits blown. And the message lost in this machine.
And we sing. (Out of tune). Come on. . There's so many of you, so many people I see. So many of you that I'd like to meet. There's so many things we could do.
I need to figure this out. And find where my place is. I don't mean to threaten anyone. No need to get so defensive. . You say you're with me. I know you don't care.
I have written enough as enough to sing for a song of remembering. Everything moves everyones laughing, moving through the city of passing. Ive written enough, enough for a while, I have written enough, enough for a while.
I've thought about this one too much. I know you know. I wish you would explain to me. Why you put me through this?. . So soon, so sad. I guess it was just a laugh.
Hello, my gosh look who's entered the room. She looks interested and I got nothing better to do. Well sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not shy. Seem's we'll be stuck together for sometime.
Return to the city, lookin' for a friend. She shouldn't be too hard to find. There's only one or two places she could be. Especially this time of night.
She looks at me, oh so pretty. Touching me with her smiling white teeth.. She's showing me the place. Where everything is heard and said.. She's showing me the place.