Love. This is getting harder,. And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd.. But you, my dear, have been discoverd a liar.. And I'm afraid that this is building up for far too long..
Hey there!. Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand. Hey yeah!. Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting. flames. He's weird!.
A boy sits and talks to a little red book. Alone in his chair in a little grey house. His thoughts and his dreams. Some truths some his faiths. To talk back to him and reassure that some day.
[Note: this is the acoustic version of 155 (a 10bpm slower), the lyrics are a little bit different.]. . Love. This is getting harder. And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd.
I don't care if it rains today. I've nowhere to go to anyway. And it don't matter what I do. I'll feel like this until I'm through. . My hair's a mess my clothes are old.
Folk songs can tell us tales about the times we live. And help remind us of what's passed. To our sons we can leave some signs. So like our fathers we might last.
Two and two make three. But only when I scream. All the other times two and two make four. And that's the time I think. Reflect on what I know. Open up the flies to their home from home.
The dinosaurs are coming home. They'll breathe again when the kings are gone. . Gone with us and every sign. Except their names stamped on satellites.
I went most the days. I got brought down by waves. Confessed to a sin and bright lights. . I went for the past. So the future could last. And toyed over possible ends.
I fell out kicking screaming. Three quarters through the twentieth century. Into warm hands that cured me so well. Curiosity helped with learning. And teachers tried to educate me.
Safe in a small world. Embrace these fourteen days. Absorbed in a small world. For ten years I've laid in wait. . It came real close you know. But it's faded away.
I could deal with the honey. i could double over from the sting. now my hands in the hive. i didnt choose this. you say it lives behind a desk. i say the drawers are empty..
with every drag. is he simply unlearning. now ive made her upset. is she simply unlearning. watch as the machinery. becomes you. the speed is exhilerating.
56th street inquisition. i fought so hard to put it. in the back of my mind. but baby your admission. it brings me back to that time. i woke up with the taste of blood in my mouth.
its not what it was he says. but thats its function. were not who you were we say. we can only move forward. we can never look back..
its a repition. and and and. we knew all his secrets. feet dangling. no heartbeat. now its all over. theres no regrets.
I'm choking. on the sweet taste of honey. I'm choking. on the sweet taste of honey. I'm choking(im choking). on the sweet taste of honey. I'm choking(i'm choking).