She doesn't even warn me. Or tell me she's coming tomorrow. But suddenly she's there on my doorstep. She doesn't even cry, cry like the other girls. But suddenly there are tears on my pilllow.
Beware of the slip of the tongue. Don't say nothing. When the company's wrong. You smile and they're shaking your hand. When you're older you will understand.
I saw a box in New York. Inside the MOMA. Clay pipe and cork. It's a soap bubble. It's a soap bubble. . I saw a map of the moon. Cut out of camels. Tin spoon.
Oh I'm undecided. What I'm going to do now. Have to think it over. What I'm going to do now. . I can be a singer. In the next apartment. Waiting for the orchestra.
The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain. The war is rolling over Spain. Men and women running with sticks of dynamite. Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night.
On Saint Louis Avenue. There's something in the air. My heart beats like a hammer. . On Saint Louis Avenue. Cathedral bells and cars. Are singing when I meet her.
Saragossa mating season. Got to go today. It's my nature versus reason. Somehow I can't stay. . I am an eel somewhere. Out in the ocean. Finding its way on his own.
No one can harm me. This is my army. No one can hurt me. No one deserts me. . I'm walking up front. You're lagging behind. I want action. Don't need peace of mind.
So many years. And the river flows down. So many. It is hard to count them. And so many years. I am standing there. On this stone bridge. Now. . Like sand flows.
She was a chanceless contender. In the Deborah Harry look-alike contest. A long time ago. He was an upcoming doctor. Wearing rubber gloves. That is the reason.
We're sailing on an ocean. On an ocean. And the time flies. We left the port of Amsterdam. We wave our hands. And say goodbye. We say goodbye!. Goodbye!.
She was always thinking. That the others were the losers. And that they could never kill her, too. This is the official world. Now welcome to the papers.
Somebody said:. "You better not forget. To put heart in front of head". I know it's true. I've been thinking of you. And all the words. That you have said.
Young red guards. Will fight the waves on yellow river. There to face a force. Ten typhoon tiger mountain. Are we playing ping pong. . I'm on your side.
Life is so boring. Out of suburbia. You tend to forget you're alive at all. Houses are piled up high. Reaching out for the sky. They make you feel so very small.
Urgh!. . In the office at night. Someone switched off the light. Young man standing by the window. Looking down on the street below. In the office at night.
Under oriental skies. A yellow sun is shining. Under oriental skies. A blood red sun is dying. . Where will it go. Where will it take me. Where will it go.
He is counting all my footsteps. I am looking at my watch. Night Fall. . See him walk. The somnambulist. He is counting all the trees. Night Fall. Night Fall.
He is counting all my footsteps. I am looking at my watch. Night Fall. . See him walk. The somnambulist. He is counting all the trees. Night Fall. Night Fall.
Nescio. Questo paradiso. Nescio. Nella bocca del lupo. Nescio. Lo straniero è morto. Nescio. Questo paradiso. . Related. . Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably.