I'm pushed and pulled and shunted. Man handled and man hunted by those faceless names. You've got nine lives, I've got eight. I just can't wait to lock the door and throw the keys away.
When I was a young boy. My mama said to me. There's only one girl in the world for you. And she probably lives in Tahiti. . I'd go the whole wide world.
When I last saw you. You called,. Called my name out loud. If Id have heard you. You know I would have. Blown away those clouds. . Say what you say. To get you through another day.
The usual dreams, the usual schemes. Same lost feelings, same bad day dreams. So unreal and delirious. I'm out of breath and I'm out of luck. . Sometimes when I wake up slowly.
You've been away so long, too long. What's wrong with us today?. We're running out of funny things to say. Home, I'm almost glad we made it. I never thought we'd see the day.
A smile to break the ice, can I know your name. If you say no and it's touch and go, nothing would have been the same. . Oh was it stardust or just lust.
The Tingle as you spin that web of lies,. leads to a tangle that hurts the more you try.. Fighting in the bathroom,. holding back the tears can make you blind..
There's a light. A certain kind of light. That never shone on me. I want my life to be lived with you. Lived with you. There's a way everybody say. To do each and every little thing.
It's coming home,. It's coming home,. It's coming,. Football's coming home.... Everyone seems to know the score,. They've seen it all before,. They just know,.
[spoken]. Alan Hansen: I think it's bad news for the English game. Trevor Brooking: We're not creative enough, and we're not positive enough. . It's coming home.
In all your life to treasure there,. the precious times,. and times when it's hard to care.. . There's moments when. they touch you with that magic touch,.
Here it comes, here it comes now,. Here it comes again, here it comes now. . I don't know the future. But I can live with the past. Here it comes again, did it find you at last?.
These days, alone with her gin. The state she gets in. When did the thinking begin?. She rolls her eyes in that dreamy way. Says Im ok. But why should my life feel this way?.
The honey taste still hangs on my tongue. There's so many things to tell you. But now you're gone, now you're gone. . The price of the words I could never say.
He wakes up as the evening fades to night. To the chiming of an ice cream van that hides. Out there in the dark. And sound echoes through the empty park.
Down here at the bottom. When you're staring at the top. With a head full of ideas. I'm only flesh and blood. . On an eiderdown of glory. And a pillow of desire.
Lightning Seeds. Jollification. Telling Tales. With frozen hands and feet on smoky days. I wish I'd kept more of those things you gave me. Snow melts on your palm.
Lost in the Milky Way. Smile at the empty sky and wait for. The moment a million chances may all collide. I'll be the guiding light. Swim to me through stars that shine down.
Fourteen hours of working shifts. In early morning Mersey mists. Too tired to taste the cornflakes on your tongue. . As morning hits the docks. You dream of all the ships there must have been.
He is coming down with some kind of cold, she's running 'round. He's feeling old, he needs the rest, but she wants more. And then he blows like a hurricane (like a hurricane).