Lights on Lights out A message going out No acknowledgement of receipt We walk We talk A heart painted with chalk On a rainy night in your street Its getting cold under your window And Im still waiting for a sign Oh yeah.
They say, these people came to take me home. But where is home and why did I have to leave at all?. Like in a snapshot I could realize. They look so pitiful but also terrorized.
hey, look at me. here I sit at my window. and I wait for your call. it's getting late my love. the moment you took that airplane. and you left the city.
By your eyes I can see. By your eyes I've got vision all around. By your voice I can hear. By your voice all the fear comes crashing down. . And like the light from above, whoa.
Yesterday I swore and promised to God. That I'd get out and meet a real girl. So I got up started walking out the door five trailers down. And I see her.
(Steve Whiteman & Terry Miller). Time can be so bittersweet. Under presure tell me can you take the heat. Blues yeah I've had my share. My mama told me say yourself a little prayer.
Closing, folding like a star. Brings you back to see the lights. Bluest water falling down on your skin, on your skin. . Keep your eyes locked away in some lonely place.
Where's the emotion tuned to the sound of sincerity?. Without connection the lesson doesn't come for free. Senseless distractions, your spoken words are just a lie.
Called the house to see if anyone was home. Question the silences, the negative response. Stayed to see the sunrise raising hell over the square. Didn't lose the sense of promise laced upon the air.
See that copper across the street. He's out for me, I feel the heat. I gotta watch out, I can't get away. He grabs his baton, don't know what to say. .
Like a horse that doesn't touch the ground. It fucking feels like the poison of the spider. Like the colours in the speed of sound. The sky is getting wider and wider.
blowing through the sky. your instinct's running high. it's calling out your name. just leave what you became. Start looking for a goal,. a life truly your own..
Ringing in my ear, ringing in my ear.... . And so they it's times like these. Where silence can mean everything (everything and nothing). And I'm pleading with my heart into this empty glass for reasons.
I will move inside you,. With clarity that far becomes you,. What I know is what I feel and. What I feel is what I know. And you can feel.. . What I fear is I'm never understanding,.
You're washing away everything. The world means nothing to a dreamer. Theyre puppets on their strings on the TV screen. It means nothing to me, Cardboard believers in nothing.
Your etiquette. Your rules on interaction. What are you waiting for?. Nobody's home we're all out trying to find one. What are we waiting for?. The recipe a clear connection the time the time the time the time.
Lights out for the cynical sharps. For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props. Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks. Who grease like cops throwing round their weight.
Crush my calm you cassavetes. I was sitting tight so quiet quiet. In the dark till the lights came up my heart. Beating like a riot riot. Hollywood are you sitting on a sign.
on the morning of the first eviction. they carried out the wishes of the landlord and his son. furniture's out on the sidewalk next to the family. that little piggie went to market,.