I'm not a master of what I survey. To death and disaster I am a slave. But I am the author of the words that I say. But why do I bother; it's all trash anyway..
Sometimes I love you. Sometimes I hate you. I know you struggle too. It's in your nature. . 'Cause you and me. Were never meant to be together. But you took off your dress.
Lovers leave their traces. Like jets across the sky. They find in all these faces. Lines they recognize. . My keepsakes have their places. At the back of a drawer or slip between pages.
Only love makes killing time so cruel. The hours come and you drag them 'round with you. When she is gone the whole hangdog house aches. And you hum along to the sound of heartbreaks.
Once I get my heart back in my hand. I'll squeeze out every drop of love I can. To rid myself off you, I want with all my soul. But what I want is out of my control, my control.
Pick up your shit and my shit too. I don't need a TV to stare at. Or those pretty clothes to glare at. That you never put on anyhow. 'Cause baby, I'm not so sentimental now.
Baby, I was not the one. I guess you know that now. But I kept you real distracted for a while. . I look back and nothing much. Ever comes to mind. Sometimes I can picture half a smile.
The thing that makes your eyes glitter. Isn't always gold dust. The wings you think life's given you. They couldn't lift a bread crust. . A siren in the sky calls my body home.
Baby, can't you cry, or is she ain't letting you?. That eyelash in you eye ain't what's upsetting you. Though she's dead and out of sight. She still throws your shoes across the room at night.
She's made her mark on me, she scarred my memory. Make shallow wounds in the depht of night. And give up my liberty, that's what she wants from me. Well, I guess I'd care but it feels alright.
Well, Im talking to myself not you so dont get mad. Cause I need a friend who won't talk back. And he is letting me finally see some sense. And I know I should be mending fences but why would I do that?.
Crows capturing buildings. and rats camped in a drain. Fireflies caught and cannoned in the rain. . Seams of secret people. awaiting the shafts that set them free.
The lovers of the world are slaving away*. But I do nothing much but breath. When good men do nothing, it's true what they say. The devil is rolling up his sleeve.
Lying asleep at night under the watching ceiling light. Safe in the fortress of your home. Remember you'll always walk alone. When you're swooning at the sinking sun.
What is love for?. Does it wash good people ashore?. Does it keep the world from the door?. What is love for?. . And what does love do?. Does it make life worth going through?.
I loved to hurt you. Without you ever knowing. I could desert you. Without you ever seeing me going. . And all the monsters in your nightmares. Showed you could see me underneath my cloak.
Looking back on how it was. Will it ever be the same?. I'm just kidding if I think it will. 'Cause feelings are changed.. . Some people think our love isn't over.
Lord I feel like going home. I tried and failed and I`m tired and weary. Everything I've done was wrong. And I feel like going home. . Lord I tried to, to see it through.
They say hello, h-ello, h-ello. . What even Cromwell spared was desecrated. I know you're hardened, hardened by the angel. Southall arches the can of fever.
I feel everything deep in my head it's spinning. Good and evil lost in the city with the people. And it's ticking, we won't be forgiven. . My name's Solomon, Solomon, Solomon Eagle.