Jump streams that cut across the bed. Leaving colours there instead. See lines I'm drawing to an end. But ignore them. . And if I say how I feel again.
It was strange glue that held us together. While we both came apart at the seams. She said your place or mine while we've still got the time. So I played along with her scheme.
Storm the palace, storm the palace. Storm the palace, storm the palace. . She goes:. . Storm the palace, storm the palace. Storm the palace, storm the palace.
You always hear the shouts from my batallion. And send toy soldiers out to help me stand. And when I see you hide behind those curtain folds. I cross the room to turn the lights down low.
Mickey wishes he was dead. Draws the sheet across his head. Never felt so alive. . Moved him in to share the bed. Turns out he shared the hurt instead.
From London to Lisbon. And all points between. Find people to lean on. And one man to please. . We all need someone. We all need something. We all need.
Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie. Going places. You'd never go with me. . I felt myself become a bitter old shrew. Oh I'd have bitten you in two.
Her treasure chest was sunken. Equally cursed and blessed. In her Versace dress. Too eager to impress. . A vision filled her soap sud hell. Twin tub on spin.
If all you've got to do today is find peace of mind. Come round, you can take a piece of mine. . And if all you've got to do today is hesitate. Come here, you can leave it late with me.
He came on ecclesiastically. His sermon loud and bold. And I got hold of spiritual healing. . His eloquence, magnificence. I didn't stand for long. And there I learnt how prayer can be misguiding.
I'd be your Baba Papa. I'd be your Baba Papa. If you'd be a Baba Papa to me. . I'd be your table and chair. Philippe Starck or Bill Umblair. If you'd be a Baba Papa to me.
Fly, you greatest fool. Why can't you say what they want you to?. Why can't you do what they taught you?. And show what they wanted of you?. . Fly, you greatest fool.
Everything is beautiful. And nothing hurts. You at all. You at all. . Everything is beautiful. And nothing hurts. In your world. In your world. . Words plain with lullaby refrain.
No stone unturned. Your sperm is stoned. Lifeless an drowned. Liquid desire. . Casual at best. Show disinterest. To routine bound. Partially dressed. .
Those two lights are one. With the brightest ever smile. No end, no way out. And no resolutions. . One heady daze of fun. Do you follow the child around?.
You, me and destiny. Guess that it was never meant to be. All you did was give me allergy. I'm not looking for your sympathy. . You, me and destiny. I am courted by uncertainty.
I'd rather be liberated. I find myself captivated. . Stop doing what you. Keep doing it too. . I'd rather stay bold and lonely. I dream I'm your one and only.
Oh for the life of me,. I don't know. where it is I'm going. I'm growing. . Somebody swapped the signs. From nursery rhymes. And my undress is showing.
Lost cat in Arthur Street, black and white. If you go, I'll come without a fight. . I'm sick of hearing damning words of you. Come cursing through my head.
London never sleeps. It just sucks.... ...the life out of me. And the money from my pocket. . London always creeps. Showbiz hugs.... ...the life out of me.