(McNabb). . Baby don't burn your bridges now,. Remember how you came here yesterday,. Baby don't burn your bridges now,. You're only what you run from anyway..
As the dragonfly flies, as the flowers rise. As the sleeping streets of azure bend the fool. As the willow weeps, as the lizard peeps. Down tepid streams with dreams of passing through.
(McNabb). . Forgive me for the state I'm in. They cut the rope that I was climbing. Tally with incentive. You should slip down here. and taste the poison.
(McNabb). . It rolls in like a cold wind,. It fills me up with fear,. The icy fingers clutch me,. With each motion that I hear,. Though dilligence caress me,.
I know it isn't right, ah yeah. faith has been broken. and if I have to wait I will. I will be waiting. . 'cos I watched as the rain come down. and I held it in the palm of my hand.
Oh oh......So dangerous, like freedom she fades away. The vision that chains the heart, foundations that fall apart. Well, I know this place (east, west, points to the nation).
I've got a pocket full of holes. Head in the clouds the king of fools. You've got a ribbon of rainbows. The sun in your eyes burning through. . Could be I'm happy and sad.
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no. I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no. I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger.
She comes walking down the street. That's the kind, hey,. That's the kind I want to meet. I think I'm making it up. I should be putting it down. and it's beginning to show.
By Icehouse. Break These Chains. ------------------. Iva Davies. ------------------. so tell me where are you now. now you know the way it feels. was always easy for you.
The Paris hearts all line the boulevarde. she shows her hand and says, "please take a card". bouquets and lace. a femme fatale face. she breaks the hearts along the boulevarde.
In Berlin, by the wall. you were five foot ten inches tall. It was very nice. candlelight and Dubonnet on ice. . We were in a small cafe. you could hear the guitars play.
Ooh, don't talk to me!. . Well, you tell me I'm the one then you tell me not to come, oh yeah. Way you call me names way you play those games, oh yeah.
Sunk deep in the night. I sink in the night. Standing alone underneath the sky. I feel the chill of ice. On my face. I watch the hours go by. The hours go by....
Her arms around a flag of blue. His colors flying black and white. She hears the voice between the lines. He hears the warning, he turns his black. . Anybody's war who is there to catch the pieces.
By Icehouse. Angel Street. ------------. Iva Davies / Robert Kretschmer. ------------. she draws the curtain wide. and brushes back her hair. she stands before the mirror.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear. To all tomorrow's parties. A hand-me-down dress from who knows where. To all tomorrow's parties. And where will she go and what shall she do.
When somebody loves you. It's no good unless he loves you all the way. Happy to be near you. When you need someone to cheer you all the way. . Taller than the tallest tree is.
There must be something we can talk about. And maybe, there's something here that we can do. No matter what your friends say, don't go too far. Remember there's just one thing.
Listen. if you listen. you will hear an endless heartbeat. on the inside. through the walls. the sound is crawling. down the corridors and halls. it cracks the ceiling.