Well the news is on, I listen all day. It's stranger than fiction that they make up these days. The music is crap, that the radio plays. I know it for certain, it's true like all cliches.
Some of us don't even know. Most of us don't even try. Do you believe it's there. Do you believe it's coming back. I do. . My dreams are drifting to the shore.
Rain is floading, the pavement cracks. Headlines screaming 'Pay more tax'. A girl is crying as she misses her train. Weather man is saying "Just a little more rain".
It was a day we both remember. And again I am all the way alone. And I know that these things are never changing. But maybe I'm not so good.... 'cause I have to know if I'm right or wrong now.
At the end of Mary Way. There's a crazy girl that says. I'm as different as you see. But I'm allways incomplete. Mary Way. What's this now. Play me around.
I can look in the mirror and not recognize. The reflection that is appearing on the other side. I know that hat and that coat that shirt and that tie.
I am the Great White Hunter. And you know I've come to search. Just to further human knowledge. All for science and research. . And if by chance I bring back.
I haven't seen the things you've seen,. I'm rushing to an empty goal,. I lost control. . Every minute I remind myself,. There's no way back unless I fall,.
It's not hard to know when your body is aching. I'm alone at night and I don't seem to be patient now. And I don't know the rules to win. Believe in my dreams (that) I'm gonna have.
Sing a song of violence and listen for the sound. All the little soldiers start to come around. Start it with a rumour, a whisper in an ear. Suspision don't take very long before it turns to fear.
Some dirty squatters moved into my street. With their non sexist haircuts, dirty feet. Their dogs, cats, political elite. They may have beds but they don't use sheets.
I open the door see a baby. blue eyes, filled with a spark. She's wearing her dress and. all I can see is gold. . And i see her, I call her, she hears me.
Who was that on the window ledge?. Did he jump or was he pushed?. He left a note which no one read. In desperate hand the note just said:. "Never turn my back on society.
If I would tell you. how much you mean to me. I think you wouldn't understand it. So I'll wait, I'll wait until. this day comes. When you will understand it.
I look out the window and I wonder at it all,. Staring at the symbols that decorate the wall,. And everybody's calling to come and join them all,. But I can't go with no one till I understand the call..
It's nineteen thirty-three. ???. ???. But she just wanna go. . Dancing, dancing. Dancing, dancing. Dancing, dancing. Dancing, dancing. . She walk the street by day.
Save me, come on girl and find me. I'll just sit and wait here. I'm waiting for the moment that somebody opens my luck. My luck is slowly fading I'm loosing it unless....
One, two, three, go. I've got an ego. It won't let me go. And what am I gonna do?. . A B C D. Paranoia's killing me. I'm dying on my aching feet. What a way to go.
Here by I return your love. I just wanna give it back. I am fading. The silence can be beautiful but also very cold. But somewhere out there there's a place where I belong.