I don't work tomorrow. You could spare an hour of your time. And I don't mind to travel. We can go to your place or to mine. . 'Cause it's been a long week.
The bright arch weeps on our grief. Corrosive breath. Reddish trails lick the skin. Gnawing rust. . Sickness flickers all around. Poisoned wings draw rotting wounds.
Here I am again in this mean old town. And you're so far away from me. And where are you when the sun goes down. You're so far away from me. . So far away from me.
You're on a roll, roll, roll. You let him know. You proved you're way too tough. and you put on a real good show. And it was bad, bad, bad. And it's sad, sad, sad.
Falling along cloudy walls. A dizzy dive through hazy fumes. Along the perfect body. Of dreamless clean white sheets. . Falling like breaking adrift. Going with the tide where mortals can't swim.
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade. Laying everybody low with a love song that he made. Finds a streetlight steps out of the shade. Says something like you and me babe how about it?.
It moves, tremors, splits and blazes. Roots come loose, scattered rocks, shattered in pieces. Soil rumbles, struggles, breaks the chains. Skies torn asunder, white stained rain.
The lighthouse shrinks like lace. Twisting shades in velvet breath. Evening wound, sundown grin. Silken sobs, satin screams. . Night embrace. As wax and clay paint your face.
Sheets like shrouds. Veils and curtains wrap the orphans. Silent clouds. Lost in closed-eyed crownd. . Ebb and flow. The sound of the rain is an echoe.
The light extends. Wings outstretched. Climbs within then shines. Forth from depths. . Thousand hands. Slice the electric air. Catch my fists. Lift me up along dazzling glare.
(I want my MTV). . Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it. You play the guitar on the M.T.V.. That ain't workin' that's the way you do it. Money for nothin' and your chicks for free..
Calling Elvis, is anybody home. Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone. Did he leave the building. Or can he come to the phone. Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone.
These mist covered mountains. Are a home now for me. But my home is the lowlands. And always will be. Some day you'll return to. Your valleys and your farms.
There's no one living beyond the hands of fate. A number to get hung on that random way. . Her light may never shine on your filthy wall. Degree of what you would want will have to fall.
Driving hard through your friend. Gotta find a way to mend. The less we see, the more it grows. Festering out of control. . Piled high, you get that face.
Well, yeah, so I told you some stories. Yeah, I slipped you some lines. Maybe I burned all my bridges. Yeah, so I'm out of my mind. . Yeah, it's not very tasteful.
Less room to face. Less time to drive it, no place. Whatever's cool with me. 'Cause I got nothin' happenin' that's cool. . Just then I catch you under.
I miss my life. This isn't good. Got so intent. I wish you would. . Said I'm down to meet you. What should I bring?. Someone said I should see you. I'll try anything.
[Incomprehensible] wondering why I'm full of doubt. All this thinking stopped [in me, from now I cannot. I can't say I wasn't warned. I've been trying but I'm torn.