(Lennon / McCartney). . Wednesday morning at five o'clock. As the day begins. Silently closing her bedroom door. Leaving the note that she hoped would say no more.
Here is a rainbow for your hair. Here is another sign of the times. We live we die. We laugh we cry. We know not why. . Lipstick 'n leather wear 'n tear.
(lennon / mccartney). . Wednesday morning at five o'clock. As the day begins. Silently closing her bedroom door. Leaving the note that she hoped would say no more.
Well, I tried to tell you, baby, but it made no sense. Now you got me, baby, up against the fence. Ain't that a shame, shame, shame. Shame, shame the way you do.
For it's a long, long time. From May to December. And the days grow short. When you reach September. . And the Autumn weather. Turns the leaves to flame.
You've seen it all before you. You know the truth can be unkind. You fear the worst is hiding. It's when you lose your mind. All I hear is chimes at midnight.
Never seem to touch. I didn't feel enough. Motivation. . Then I heard you call. Then I need it all. Never been in love. Never needed much. Complication.
Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair?. Me here at last on the ground. You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. . Isn't it bliss, don't you approve?. One who keeps tearing around.
Walk up the driveway endlessly curving. Go through the front door, it's so inviting. Baronial great hall once so exciting. Haunted by shadows faces in hiding.
I've been thinking now for a long time. How to go my own separate way. It's a shame to think about yesterday a shame. We've been running round in our present state.
Have you heard that rumor that's going around?. You got it made, way across town. It's the same old story, tell me where does it end?. . Yes I heard the news, it's the same old blues again.
I can read your lips. I can read your mind. All I wanted is you. Why am I so blind. . And the way we were. Fatefully entwined. In a shameless world. Rock n' roll desire.
Let's build up tall into the sky. We can sit on those beams and smile. And eat our sandwiches and smoke cigarettes. Like those boys who built New York City.
We are at a crossroads. Trees bow to the winds of change. But where is all the dancing. Where is all the dancing?. . Where are the comely maidens. With their hair wraps and braiding.
I need some crayon light. I need some coloring in. I need somebody who's going to give in. . I need my own moon landing. I need a mission to Mars. I need to carry out repairs by the light of your star.
Starlings over Brighton pier. What do they know, what do they hear?. They'd block out the sun. If there was one. . Like iron filings upon the page. Gathered around leaders.
So I asked her to dance. She said she wasn't able. And all her friends laughed. She was just trying to be gentle. . And so we danced. Round and round in circles.
(Randy Newman). . Short People got no reason. Short People got no reason. Short People got no reason. To live. . They got little hands. Little eyes. They walk around.
You wanna snap every thread that's unraveling. If you're not careful you'll have nothing left on. You keep checking your dam and your barriers. Smart arse and your taser-tongue.
Completely done. Too much now I can't touch you. I'd drain my brain if only I could have you. The system is too much. It breaks me down and makes you suck.