Traded my last favor. For a map of St. Charlene. All these ghosts and angels. Friends and strangers. Ask me where I've been. . The engine seemed to tremble.
Welcome to the torture chamber. laughinh as it taked you by the hand. said the sign above the entrance. . Looking as i maniac savage. inside you can sense the anguish.
(Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe). . Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away. The trees will bend, the cities wash away.
I'm not a sailor. I'm not so strong out of my shoes. Dragging like anchors. . Over the ocean. Pearls in the sky strung 'round the moon. Pointing to you.
Mrs. God, am I right? That's your real address. This time, it's you, ready to confess. Free the masculine world, cancel their humility. . Mrs. God, can it be? Can You be a light?.
(Steve Curtis). . Late last night, I missed my train. I walked back to the car and drove home again. Just outside of Pittsburgh, it's really not that far.
Take me down. To a ground. Just let me feel it. If I let someone down. Please welcome. Him on the loosing side. I shake you off. And make my choice. Don't wanna hear you.
'Welcome to the Torture Chamber'. Said the sign above the entrance. Laughing as he takes you by the hand. . Looking like a maniac savage. Inside you can sense the anguish.
Hey, was that you floating past the tree line?. Hey, was that a feather in your hand?. No, I don't mean to ask these questions. No, I don't mean to rush your heart.
(m - weikath / helloween, l - weikath). . So far from our system we came here throught space. To leave poisoned spheres for your race. Our knowledge we trade for the time shared on eatrh.
Hey dear, you know I hate to go. Just lay here listening to the radio. Upstairs, hiding from the world below. The day fading on the dial. . Downstairs, wait for the mailman.
So far from our system we came here through space. To leave poisoned spheres for your race. Our knowledge we trade for the time shared on earth. To take and give for what it's worth.
Hoverin' by my suitcase. Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night. A heavy rain is fallin'. Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's all right". .
My age you keep uncertain. This spell cannot be broken. Visions of eternal youth. . We share one face together. Associates forever. Only you who knows my truth.
Are you alone now? Did you lose the monkey?. He gave you backaches and now you slouch. He didn't mean it, he's just a dumb ape. Reading Playboy on your couch.
Tried so hard to understand all of your feelings. Tried to cope with your insanities. Come to think about too many ways of healing. What we lost or maybe never had.
Let's go out walking, I know where to meet. The corner of Pacific Street. 'Cause I feel restless and I just can't sleep. I need to show you something.
Chico Fernandez, sleepin' on his gun. Dreams of Santa Anna fighting in the sun. Drums so loud from both sides, makes it hard to dream. A bluish fall on an orange fast.
(Bob Hoffnar/Dan Messe). . Old Adam the crow. He's building a home in your field. Where bitter weeds grow all around the corn. Will you be the father.
Mean are the winds that tear at the palms. A tiny baby is crying, then calms. And curses ring out instead of the psalms. I don't know. . And black are the sounds, dragged from the trains.