I can smell your cigarettes in my dreams. Im filling your pockets with gasoline. Maybe Ill catch you in the dark. What a beautiful bonfire we could start.
On the streets of this town, there is no surrender. They've got a number for every name. Buildings and shopping malls seem like a stage, for pretenders.
What would the neighbors say. If they could take the walls away. See you naked with a whip in your hand. What would your friends all do. If they could look inside of you.
I cant reach behind your eyes. You always look away. You hide behind your alibis. And change your mind. From day to day. . If theres something I can do.
She's a tramp and he's a loser. In a smoky bar from kafka's darkest dreams. And the critics know what crap is hip to swallow. It's all high volume. Her leather comes off in the back room.
(Na na na). Eden, yeah. (Na na na). . Too far gone to turn around. As I make it into town. I said, "Driver take my suitcase. Where's that good time goin' down".
I want a bad girl. Someone with dark rings under her eyes. I want a bad girl. Someone who can take me by surprise. People talk about about their sinners and their saints.
When I hold you in my gaze. When there's nothin' else to say. I can still find you when you look away. You can say to me we're through. You can say that you are free.
It's getting to the point. Where I no longer know. Exactly what I want or need. A new disaster threatens. Every day that I stay here with you. Trying to start a fire.
Desert highway to a memory I said that I'd come back for you. By the jukebox at the starlight grill kickin' out an Elvis tune. Are you waitin' little sister? Killin' time and dreamin' too.
Desert highway to a memory I said that I'd come back for you. By the jukebox at the starlight grill kickin' out an Elvis tune. Are you waitin' little sister? Killin' time and dreamin' too.
(ralph covert - waterdog music / ascap). A bed and a chair. An empty box on the stair. A smile in the mirror. As she picks up the phone. A place of her own.
A mindless pop song to distract you from the problems that occupy your. life.. A little story about a man who should have listened to his own advice..
In the midnight rain Johnny throws a stance. Says, "Love me tender, love me true". And in the doorway there, she looks up at him. And she says, "You know I do".
Had a dream, you were with me last night. I was your prisoner in a castle. Hands tied yea. Was it pain? Was it pleasure?. You couldn't decide, no. . A mistress who can call my name.
Girl, sometimes it seems to me. That I don't say the things I should. To you I act like I'm no good. . And you wait for me patiently. This house is not a home without you.
Listen to the rain come down on the roof. Someone needs a miracle. And I'm the livin' proof, drink, light a cigarette. And let me count the ways. I can hear a whisper, in a haunted house these days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah. . I can't find myself when you go away. Makes me wonder where you are. Is there someone else I just need to know?. This charade has gone too far.
Aey, ooh. . Now the sand is shiftin' through your life. The hands of time are twistin' through your days. A captured moment in your kiss. Like winter snow it's gone, melted away.
He looks like De Niro. She's his Brigitte Bardot. And that's enough to hang around. With those who think they know. But if you've got the image. And symbols of success.