What shines when the eyes are dull. What folds in when the hinge is gone. The moth is dead without the dust. I'm dead without a fuss. . All I know is you.
Just had to follow those walking-eyes. And if I'm left with the sweetest line. Take it up with me some day. Leave it at the door I'm playing. . I wouldn't say that this is the end.
Have your dance with me. Take every turn. Put your hands on me again. Pull out all of the hurt. I've been lost out here for so long. God never showed.
A glass. A view. A mirror. Which one. Distracts. Like open windows. In the gusts. . A calm day will come. A calm day will come. . This dream is. This dream is.
Call in the social. Call in the mediation. How else can a shadow. Behind her not follow. . Call on the lonely. A plea for you to befriend her. Makes only you feel better.
On the great blue hill. All the distance died, I became your water. As the atlas falls. Let's start running over, smoothing every stone. You, move, touch.
The first picture. Our first picture. Still for a second wrapped in a whisper with you. Viva the Seine!. Run the bridges. Go down these boulevards again.
This is better. Than simply strolling imagine how 30 years. This is better, this is better, you're just a memory now. That can move along. Move along.
There's a cold front coming. Came and left again. It gets people running. Don't want to get caught up in that. When we're together. Do you see it in the smiles too?.
Yawn, yawn to the detached now. See them screaming underneath. Fill your baskets up with dead fruit. Watch the poison trickle free. . Always something in the way now.
It's slow here without the wind down town. The push has gone that hounds my side. It's quiet too. Bless me this shrine that the moments that you treasure aren't set aside.
Wind yourself, wind yourself tightly to me. Drag yourself, nostalgia we're ready to leave. We'll ride this, we'll ride this easily. We'll ride this, we'll ride this surely.
This isn't a path that takes you somewhere. This isn't a plan that ends in something. Before it appears, you'll be left wide open. Alone with your crazy self.
I'm driving north. Seen this road a thousand times. But today is different. [?] it called out like [?] a friend of mine. Comes up like a bird, brooding sadly.
A bridge splits November's sky. I'm in two halves inside. This is the past right here. I choose to leave it here. The cliffs loom to scrape you thin. The bowl churns to overspill.
I had a feeling. The light was over. I wandered freely. From your memory. Please forgive me. A new beginning. It was wide and empty. Just like you told me.
Sellotape an end to. Sellotape an end to. Sellotape an end to. Sellotape an end to. . Sitting pretty, uptightly. the knots, keep you at my side, upstairs in corners.
Pull out the same. And I'm sitting out of this one. The bloated pet, wringing out his own tongue. Stealing tracks that we would have followed out of here.
I can see he says what he means. I can't say what he means when he says that. I'll pretend a pretty pretend. When all I wanna see is the end of this. .
All the things you like. Guided by their charms. Behind them safely store. Wrap your greedy arms around them all. . Sail don't try to steer just sail.