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.
My room is dark, and very small;. there's a place to wash at the end of the hall.. I hear strange languages through the wall,. I hear them shouting in the street below..
So many words are spoken. Round and round and round and round. So many confidences broken in this town. Too many cigarettes, I don't want to feel like this anymore.
The rock is made of diamond, the rivers wash with gold. The sun beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason. Pounding on our reason, ringing in our skulls.
It's a silent scream in rain town. How far have we fallen now?. And the rain come, wash away. The promised land that is here to stay. We came back, things left undone.
Days into weeks of Sunday afternoons. Nothing much for us to say nothing real for us to do. Just watch the carousel go round and round in endless circles.
This all started the way things do. With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire. As we sheltered from those wicked winds in front of that old TV. And we traded ideas as we watched each other with those ambitious bright eyes.
To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere. I have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air;. always fighting the shadows as they move behind you,.
The rains move in eastwards, in waves of succession. Drawing lines of grey across the sky. With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder. In hunger and impatience we cry.
The curtain breathes, the air swims. The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin. The sheets they twist and turn again, round and round. My mother she feeds and cares for me.
We were singing in the rain - like we invented singing. There's a light in the sky from a million street lights. And we danced all the steps from all those old time movies.