The first time I saw you hanging out. You were kissing by the telephone. I knew what you were all about. And knew I had to leave it alone. . Cause people talk.
Big sky, what a place. Big town, big deal. . Big sky, blacks and whites. Shove that tape deck up your ass. . Big sky, big town. Big wheel, big deal.
It's a one-horse town. One big desert. The asphalt waste. Asphalt jungle. . Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold. . Change for the worse. Change nonetheless.
new york city, nyc. pretty mean when it wants to be. black leather, knee hole pants. can't play no high school dance. . fuzztone hear 'em go. hear 'em on the radio.
Spin your body around. Now your feet are gonna hit the ground. I am growing sleepless. And you're out of lullabies. . Honey, honey, honey. You're the death of me.
I can walk the bed of nails. I'm not the only one. But some, they cannot walk the jagged line. Callous, concentrating. For nails are sharp as lies. I run the jagged line.
Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere. Somewhere, you know that it's true. Together we went nearly to nowhere. Nowhere really worth going to.
There's no reply quite as wise as yours. Filled with philosophy and metaphors. And a thousand words that I never new existed. . Oh, tell me how you ever became so gifted.
Dear, you left too soon,. went to the next room.. If you haunt me,. I'll sing for you.. . How the hinges move;. connecting me and you. is a door way. that you're knocking through..
When I was younger, worrying about it. Trying to make these decisions for myself. Then I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it. And I don't really know what makes it, ask yourself.
No one ever thought this one would survive. Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind. Lock you in a dream, never let you go. Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Got these little pills. To curb your appetite. Take a couple of these. You'll be up all night. . I can scream, I can jump, I can shout. I can tear the whole place down.
You are the lighthouse, the seamark. The tempests created this tide. I'm pulled to the black silver ocean. where the current and the heavens collide. .
Don't speak unless spoken to. and then you don't say much. you think you're so self-righteous. but your mind is out of touch. . You're afraid you're afraid of being wrong.
gabba gabba. we accept you. we accept you. one of us. . i don't wanna be a pinhead no more. i just meet a nurse that i could go for. . d - u - m - b everyone's accusing me.
You came to me. In seemless sleep and slipped right in. Behind my eyes on the back of my mind. We swam a sea of pretty sights and chandelier skies. I swore I could feel you breathe.
Well, the actual condition of my mind. Is elusive as the answers that I find. I keep going through transition, from doubt to indecision. It's the actual condition of my mind.
Under the arc of a weather stain boards. Ancient goblins and warlords. Come out of the ground, not making a sound. The smell of death is all around. And the night when the cold wind blows.
Carousels make laps each night. Like drunks we spin until we're sick. Creepy clowns from one horse towns. Can make their livings on a trick. . Night covers all our tracks.
The most intense of burning hells. Blasting expectations into smithereens. Never feeling normal, can't accept the truth. Resign myself to hating it, I hate it all.