Sunlight angles on. A wooden floor at dawn. A ceiling fan is on. Chopping up my dreams. What is left of them. I take to sleep again. Where I dare pretend.
Who can guess the secret of the sea?. Who can guess the secret of the sea?. If you can guess the secret of my love for you. We can both know the secret of the sea.
I've been sleeping alone, out on my own. I'm sure it seems like I'm taking my time to get back to you. You've been doing your part, working real hard.
To love the right,. Yet do so wrong.. To be the weak,. Yet burn to be so strong.. . Go rider, although your ride has been through lies.. Go rider, see your soul through the devils eyes..
Coming in at night all the desert highways. Crackle with the static of a thousand little radios. Everyone talking, no-one listening. Well by now I should expect that.
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done. But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone. Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes.
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done. But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone. Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes.
When it comes down, we know we're alone. you could scream and nobody would hear. Today my face in the glass is a stranger's. furrowed with the lines of fear.
The natives are restless tonight, sir. Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight. They need some kind of distraction. We can give them that. 'Cause they'd kill if they only had something to kill for.
Hey there Matthew Hopkins, are you listening to us - we're still here. Boodstone, Tiger's Eye, whet the hell - we're still here. The dreaming Earth's moving in your sleep - it's all real.
You walk the thinnest of the ice, so easy to hurt. We drove through the dark in the pouring rain and barely said a word. So dress your wounds as best you can and close your tired eyes.
If I could save you, I surely would;. I'd take the world with you, the way we should.. I'd drown your violence in a sea of blood;. I'd drown the pain for you in the breaking waves,.
Inside. All the secrets are held inside. Where the hot black river runs. When I gaze upon you face. . And love. And the hand in the burning flame. A debt of the blood to pay.
Men of England, wherefore plough. For the Lords who lay you low?. Wherefore weave with toil and care. The rich robes your tyrants wear?. . Wherefore feed and clothe and save.
I met someone like Jesus. In the spring of '98. He was so full of love. And I was so full of hate. . So I nailed him on a cross. Where he belonged. Told myself it's what.
Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down. There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside. About quarter to eight and we'll go into town. And find out what everybody's been saying about us.
I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the trees. and tumbling down into the sky. It's cold, so cold sometime before dawn. searching for a light and reaching round for my clothes.
Thou shalt not kill - remember that?. You learnt it again and again when you were young. They said weapons have this safety catch. Your moral conscience tells you kid what's right, what's wrong.
Look at my eyes - you know what it is. I want you, I want you. The way your body moves beneath that dress. And all the nights I've spent away alone in sleeplessness.
As we touched down on the tarmac, they strode out to greet us. It was under a blue snake-skin sky. With a handshake of welcome, they set their agenda.