Howling like a banshee in the middle of the night. Don't you know it's me at your back door. I'm wounded and scared with no place to go. Won't you give me home for the night.
( written by Jagger/Richards ). . Saw you stretched out in Room Ten O Nine. With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye.. Couldn't see to get a line on you, my sweet honey love..
I was sitting drinking coffee. on a saturday night. The late show had finished. so I turned out the light. I was maybe thinking I would get into bed. I heard a knock on the door and somebody said:.
Shame you ran away from me. . Shame for two timing on me. . Shame you started fooling around. . I said: woh woh woh woh woh woh oh.. I said you. you never held it right.
Some girls will, some girls won't. Some girls need a lot of lovin' and some girls don't. Well, I know I've got the fever but I don't know why. Some say they will and some girls lie.
Steer your way through the ruins. Of the altar and the mall. Steer your way through the fables. Of creation and the fall. Steer your way past the palaces.
[Instrumental]. . I wish there was a treaty we could sign. It's over now, the water and the wine. We were broken then but now we're borderline. And I wish there was a treaty, I wish there was a treaty between your love and mine.
The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh.. The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,. And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,.
The door it opened slowly. My father he came in. I was nine years old. And he stood so tall above me. His blue eyes they were shining. And his voice was very cold.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river. You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever. And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there.
There was a child named Bernadette. I heard the story long ago. She saw the Queen of Heaven once. And kept the vision in her soul. No one believed what she had seen.
Store Room. . Its not the wind that keeps you up,. Its not the snow. Its not the moon. coming like a headlight. through your window. Its not the thumbnail of a screen.
Oh, the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
I'm slowing down the tune. I never liked it fast. You want to get there soon. I want to get there last. . It's not because I'm old. It's not the life I led.
Come over to the window, my little darling. I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home.
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go. Show me the place, I've forgotten I don't know. Show me the place where my head is bend and low. Show me the place, where you want your slave to go.
What I'll give you since you asked is all my time together. Take the rugged sunny days, the warm and rocky weather. Take the roads that I have walked along.
Let's sing another song, boys. This one has grown old and bitter. . Ah, his fingernails, I see they're broken. His ships, they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter.
You said that you were with me. You said you were my friend. Did you really love the city. Or did you just pretend. . You said you loved her secrets. And her freedoms hid away.
You can dance every dance with the guy. Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight. You can smile every smile for the man. Who held your hand 'neath the pale moon light.