He wants to dream like a young man. With the wisdom of an old man. He wants his home and security. He wants to live like a sailor at sea. . Beautiful loser.
He wants to dream like a young man. With the wisdom of an old man. He wants his home and security. He wants to live like a sailor at sea. . Beautiful loser.
She can walk out anytime, anytime she wants to walk out, that's fine. She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her by. And when I start my new life, I won't touch the ground.
1, 2, 3, 4. . bored (introspection). yeah (city sights). bored (no connection). yeah (got it right). . bored (cold, impatient). yeah (lonely nights). bored (no new traces).
When you're high on diesel nightly. And the traffic starts to roll. Smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls. In a white boys world. . Anything is possible [Incomprehensible].
You belong among the wild flowers. Picked at the side of the road. You belong among the silent hours. And broken telephones. . You belong among the TV screens.
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine. shaking their bits to the hits. Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide. . staining his name again.
You flick your mane and click your fingers again. And from your back you call my name. And like a fool I run right back to you. And dance along to your latest tune.
One last kiss before they cart me away and. Just take one last look before my body decays. This is my last night on earth. My fucking hell. . All my life all I've wanted to say.
The pages burn, the babies scream. And lovers text in Japanese. The more you give, the more they need. The more you live, the less you see. . Religion breeds like a disease.
I'm shaking and making and talking to the sky. I shiver in the night that I can't see. You're as dark as the mascara that you slap on your eyes. Look what you've done to me.
For those who won't and never will, song sounds blue. No one at home and time to kill. Song for the beautiful loser. . She would hide at the park and ride, glued up to the gills.
duet with Marilyn Scott. I was a fool to be. Thinking just of me. And I thought my self we're better off this way. And I thought that leaving you. Was the thing to do.