Don't speak. Don't speak until you've caught your breathe. Don't sleep. Don't sleep unless you're safe in bed. . Just pray in the night they take someone instead.
I thought the suits had come for me. Found alternatives to honesty.. body and soul were bought and sold.. Patented and out of reach,. so i reach but it hurts.
Packing Father. Tin can shooter. Makes us ready. He lies in waiting. And I hope we find him. Before they find him. . Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh,. Oooooooh,.
You decide to be alone. And hell it's cold enough to hibernate. So let her drift into the snow. It's where she chooses how to operate. . Might be time to pack her in.
I'm hopin', I'm hopin' that I could be home right now. The feel of the breeze, the smell of the trees under my brow. I'm hopin', I'm hopin' that I could be home right now.
Packing Father. Tin can shooter. Makes us ready. He lies in waiting. And I hope we find him. Before they find him. . Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh,. Oooooooh,.
We'll drive until the gas is gone. Then walk until our feet are torn. Crawl until we feed the soil. Film the whole thing. It's all business in the left-hand lane.
Let's start a war for the kids. A purpose for which to unite. Make them some words they can mince. What they don't know. They won't mind. Find them a foe for the fight.
Oh when death does walk you home. They will take your bones. And rest them peacefully. . And if this is all too much. You know death, and such. What's the rush.
Oh fortune. Bring fortune to spare.. Time's passing,. And we're worsing for wear. Aching for breathable air. Oh my god it's killing me.. . Oh chances,.
She might be wearing a green chemise. And a hat that she bought 'cause it matches her jeans. And the water she drinks well it comes from a stream. By the house she might win in that hospital lottery.
In my heart is a ghost. and he drinks, and he smokes, and he keeps me awake. All through the night, my heart shakes. So I live alone. Drink beer by the phone and it keeps me alive.
Where did I go?. Where did I go?. What is this sorrow?. What is this sorrow?. . Where did I go?. Where did I go?. What is this sorrow?. What is this sorrow?.
In the cars. In the beds where they sleep. In the alleyways behind the fast food chains where they eat. People don't know what they want. They just know they really want it.
Those dying breeds. Gather beneath. Old fallen trees. Bits of leaves. . And if only we'd know,. may see that tomorrow. . Oh, carry me. Four hands, eight feet.
Turn the bars into cars. And wait for the lights to change. And take shape of people we used to know. 'Til they grow less fond of knowing. . And we can ride in the night.
Through the night, I'll drive toward the city. Carry on to the edge of the morn'. Should the daylight forgive the awful things that I did. You might let me do more.
I don't want to be a pioneer. A singer sings a sad song when he's sad. But honey, all these years I've been upset. I've slowly turned the kind of blue.
We are young. We have years ahead maybe. We might fall in love. Fall apart. Fall apart. Before it ends. Well we should try to start. . So I'll go but I'm telling you I don't wanna go.
Both feet together. Slowly progressing. Always in time. Don't count the feathers. Just count the wings. Everyday counting. Everything's changing. I almost forgot it.