Would it always be the same. Give it all to reason. Let me down. You watch me drown. Hold me down I can't explain. Though I never could - that's the problem.
I've got a friend, her name is Laura. We took a holiday, seven sweet days in Mallorca. We took a plane through to southern Spain. To see the ocean waves blue.
Face against the ground. Torn, but you can stand. Your will is strong, but you have now. I know you can save us. . Faith is on your side. Fears you can't deny.
Calling me away. Why are you so sentimental?. And do you really wanna live like this?. . I never said it, you never said it. (Woo, hoo). I never said I would.
Sending it all right back. Waiting for heart attacks. Watching the days collide. Changing with the weather. . Trying to keep it clear. Slither on broken tears.
I've got one thing left to say. I hope that things turn out OK. Maybe some day you will come around. . Mabye we're too self-obsessed, materialistic, over-sexed.
Sending it all right back waiting for heart attacks. Watching the days collide changing with the weather. Trying to keep it clear slither on broken tears.
Think we've come a long way,. We've seen them come and go. Sure ain't been easy,. But God only knows. It was no way to carry on. It was a guess. To find the answer lies straight ahead.
On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August. In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road. I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know. She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow.
I was making my way through the wasteland. The road into town passes through. I was changing the radio stations. With my mind on you. Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma".
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.. You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity.. . Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape..
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom. Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run. Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk.
On the platform of an old railway station I enter a dream. And a couple is saying goodbye through the noise and the steam But it's just Brief Encounter my mind is trying to rerun.
And in the last days of the world of plastic records. He takes the car into town. He hears the voices of salvation through the static. Just turns the volume down.
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan. Carried along by their call. Seeking for a way to enlighten. Searching for the sense of it all. . Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars.
The stranger comes to town. He is greeted like a prince. Society declares him wise and funny. Celebrities are only decorations in this place. What really matters here is old money.
After these processions comes the sweeping up. The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup. The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain. The angry crowd retreats, but theyll be back again.
The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets. As I kicked my feet through the snowy world. And in that land there I held the hand of my. Scandinavian girl.
You always were a city kid though you were country raised. And back in some forgotten time we shared the cold north days. But the simple life was not your style, and you just had to escape.
Your like a tape inside my head. I dont know what i said. i cant wait forever. I dont know why. But i had to try. I cant wait forever. . i cant wait for the summer.