How does it feel to be my first, my only one, my curse?. And how does it feel to be my worst but my best?. It hurts.. . You got a hold of my heart now.
You're a bow and arrow. A broken guitar. While the rain water washes away who you are. We go over the mountains and under the stars. We go over the mountains and under the stars.
Well I get high and I get low. Oh but that's the way. These things go. I saw my face in the mirror. Though I know I've changed. Though I look. Much the same.
Beasts don't have a second to think. But we don't appreciate our things. Beasts don't have a second to think. But we don't appreciate our things. Beasts don't have a second to think.
Madness is the only method left in these old beliefs,. Promises of next world chain you to these earthly griefs,. The thing under your bed is now sleeping with your wife,.
Look what you've done...a hundred days of rain. Look what you've done...the sky's turning black again. Oh look what you've done...a hundred days of rain.
Bluebell, Cockleshell, 1 2 3. Stand at ease, bend your knees. Bow to the west, salute to the east. We're all sitting on our mammy's knees. Bluebell, Cockleshell, 1 2 3.
broke account so i broke a sweat. i've bought some things that i sort of regret about now. broke your glasses but i broke the ice. you said that i was an asshole and i paid the price.
Blue-haired lady kneeling by her bed. Trying to recite all the things daddy taught her Jesus said. Blue-haired lady squints into the sun. Distant voices calling her, maybe from the light comes one:.
Everyone is an author. With something to say. Everyones got a picture to paint. The story will turn and fold. Or so I've been told. It's got 'Best-seller' written.
Tribal neon. On the rooftop. Through the fog. . Search lights, white dove. Am I dying. Am I done?. . Have you known. Anyone designed to break down?. I was shown.
In this black garden. Of this carrion light,. There is a suspension. Of motion and stillness. That hollows the night.. . In this black garden. Of heartbreak and wonder,.
Another clime cries. brings out some weird, vivid sights. and my antenna. try hard to simplify. . So I run 'til the sea surrounds me. And the palms cover....
smoke's flowing from the musty pit, with the breakers low. and swelling coming from the orchard,. we're losing him with all your woe, from the glory you have stolen.
And the night it rests like a hammer blow. And breaks the morning it brings. The mad men are down on the crypt floor. Sleeping through their favours and sins.
If I die before i wake can you make me feel a different way. Cause in my mind your not the same but I've been waiting here anyway. Cause i believe in what i see but i can't spot you in front of me.
And there you stay. As your boat was sold away. Sold as silver so they say. It's been a long time. . And in the rain. I'll keep your stories and your keys.