They had problems with their father's law. They sleep in the back of a feminist bookstore. The Clarke Sisters. . The eldest sister keeps a midnight vigil.
Lyrics: Grant. in search of a new voice. you burnt all your lyrics. and flew to a new town. "one of the has beens". that was your phrase. but what about show-biz?.
We used to get our kicks reading surfing magazines. Some good looking people wearing, Lee Cooper jeans. They're breaking on the headland, they're breaking on the shore.
Round and round, up and down. Through the streets of your town. Everyday I make my way. Through the streets of your town. . And don't the sun look good today?.
Dressed in a white shirt with my hair combed straight. Here in my black shoes and me without a date. Me without hindsight, me without. When will change come, just like spring rain.
I was slowly dying in a clinic just outside of L.A.. You came and saw me (thank you) that picked me up straight away.. You said "Learn to dance, learn to act, learn the piano".
I've got tickets to the best show in town. If you want to come on down and listen. I'm ready and I might come along. With something that you've been missing.
Can't find my way down my own street. Got to get my dream on it's feet. I'm trapped in my house. On first name terms with its mouse. . Don't say, this house is a shack.
I got myself a mortgage,. It didn't save the marriage.. We weren't insureed,. Insured against breakage.. If you believe in orphans. There's still a chance for love..
Lyric: Grant. . It is neither fair nor reasonable to expect sadness. to confine itself to it's causes. Like a river in flood,. when it subsides and the drowned bodies of.
It rains for days. So you stay inside and lock your door. Cryin' all the time. Crying for, you don't know what for. . You say, you're undone by his kiss.
You stupid man. Can't collect your stupid thoughts. With a pay check. Fist to fist your hands shake. Careful to choose the laws you break. . You can't say that.
The heater's on. The windows are thin. I'm trying hard to keep this warmth in. . I turn to her, she's sound asleep. Someplace I don't know. Doesn't matter how far you've come.
A town without trains. He runs to meet you. Rehearsed a first line. It's left him, thank goodness. And I've grown to accept. that people know the next steps.
Come and have a look, beside me, a fine line of tears, part company. That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes, from the first letter. I got to this, her bill of rights, part company and what will I miss?.
I've been having bad dreams. A mother couldn't find her milk. Five days from Melbourne. I didn't feel too good myself. . Wool in the hold, a blaze in the sky.
I hear you skating on the ice. And wonder why you left me twice. The eerie sound of blade on lake. Cracks my skin and I fill with ache. But I don't want this heart.
Alright. Come on. No, no, no, no. . The main gate to the mansion is locked. It's on my street and it's on my block. I went in but I got chased off. . The store-keeper said, Why don't the cars stop?.
No sign of heaven here. Just some run-down imitation white cloud. So you been crying hard. Wake up and up. to what you been lying on. I don't ask for the earth.
I want you back, feel so sure of our love. I'll write a song about us breaking up. The traffic lights on the street of love. Have just turned red, turned red and.