In the western sky. My kingdom come. . So still, so dark all over Europe. And I ride down the highway 101. By the side of the ocean headed for sunset.
Flesh.... (Bone). (Splinters on the telephone). (Whispers). Bullet in the head. Down. Head. Down. Got power to burn. Got means. Got flowers to burn. Between those pretty dreams.
One more night spent on your mirror. Black maria, in your eyes. This stuff so strange and lonely. England fades away. In your eyes. . Two o'clock in the morning.
We'll turn away in a passive decision. We'll take the steps through the unmarked door. A look back for another collision. But the boys of the spires. Are boys no more.
And she came to look for me. Sold me name and innocence. Took my key. And told me to follow her down. From igor with her bangles and her reference. One from the church from the valley of the.
With the fire from the fire works up above me. With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand. You run for the cover in the temple of love. You run for another but still the same.
It's just a feeling. I get sometimes. A feeling. Sometimes. And I get frightened. Just like you. I get frightened too. but it's. . (no no no) No time for heartache.