Someone said it was suicide. His empty chair is all we see. Not that anyone knew him well. But he sat behind me. . Now they come with the questioning.
I am living in a dream, far away from reality. When my eyes are dearly closed, when the sun sets for evermore. Imprisoned in a blackened mind I cannot see any form of life.
DAVID WILCOX. BREAKFAST AT THE CIRCUS 1987. ON A ROLL. . I woke up this morning the sun was shining. I went, my past in hand behind me. And no more sorrow.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . I grow older.. Getting wiser, everyday.. 'Cause when I fall down now. I don't jump back up..
Remind me of the old times. Just tell me stories about 'em. I did not forget your name. Beware me of makin' this mistake again!. . I live here in my grave.
My wounds are growing deeper. As blood flows to the ground. I know it is over. But it still hurts.... . I've lost my energy. Of being still alive. With every cut into my veins.
There's no far away, there is no more far away. So these dreams of the Wild West will lead us astray. There is no more far away. . When the war had gone on too long.
The days of doom commence. And my soul is lost. As the skies turn black. . Forgotten in darkness;. A restless wanderer. In gloomy autumn nights. . So a deathlike silence.
I wrap around you skin to skin. We sleep inside this curl. And after how alone we've been. It's like a whole new world. . My heart had felt like years at sea.
As the northwind starts to whisper. I open my encrusted eyes. And walk into the beyiond. To the land of the thousand skies. . As my life slowly fades away.
From underneath. . One man cruising on his ocean liner. One trying to keep his lifeboat afloat. One man trying to make his mansion finer. One trying to make his house trailer note.
The clouds are colored orange. By street-lamps and hope. Swirling upwards to the. Silent - cloudy - dreamy sky. . 'cause when I die. I reach out to the stars.
Truer words were never spoken. You picked them up when you were young. Maybe woven in a story. That goes back to where you're from. . Truer words were never spoken.
'cause I lost.... . I can't find a way back out. I can't find a love to shroud. I can't find a thing about. I can't find what's going round. . there's no law I'm under.
My eyes keep me in trouble. I want every woman I see. My eyes keep me in trouble. I want every woman I see. Ah, you pretty women kill me. You're gonna get poor me.
Like a sundrop in the rain. . I try to clear the air. . Push away this endless water-curtain. . Like a teardrop on a face. . I flow down my way. . On the ground where I burst the pain.
You don't listen. You just talk. Always catch a ride. And never have to walk. You try to teach me things I don't understand by myself. Awww you're something else.